Woven delicately
With needle of pain
Web of laborious gain
Not knowing, that
A single groan inarticulate
Will nestle all, the
Chirp of free fall.
Storied thought crumble
In an avalanche, of
Pulp of wound
And surge of sore!
With needle of pain
Web of laborious gain
Not knowing, that
A single groan inarticulate
Will nestle all, the
Chirp of free fall.
Storied thought crumble
In an avalanche, of
Pulp of wound
And surge of sore!
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