With spider crawling endless gnawing on the
rope that ties the dead.
End of stories ever present in the momentary hold.
Captured glories ever soaring over roof tops in the hood.
Windows snowing dosing bi-ly as the petrol rounds the bend.
With cornered commentaries strife is slowly basking in the same.
Ritualistic repetition that is running through the brain.
Phoning my lawyer and I’m ready to just straight up litigate.
Because to sue you would just prove a point that
I would like to make.
And like a spider crawling up the wall I’m seeing you ascend.
And the only regret that I have is that I just lost a friend.
And as the morning gives you ample opportunity to bend.
So does, so does, so does, so does

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