...
a sleeping spider
cradled within my heart
shares tangled dreams
of voices long forgotton
and thoughts, unravelled
who nurtures sweet metamorphosis
a resurrection with heated glass
a brief seperation of duality
spoils the nectar
still warm within the cacoon
of the precious catapillar
who crawls slowly across open wounds
licked clean by stray dogs living amid human filth
brings comfort
while anxiously awaiting
the peaceful calm
of restful darkness
eternal.
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