She took a bow
on all fours
and good intentions
died
I can
feel the spiders
crawling
on my toes
We've met
the end of
complexed
situations
mutual trust
The benediction
of darkness
that embraces
the dark alleys
where the only light
is only slipping
through the trash cans
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