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Melancholy Childhood.
The itsy bitsy spider
crawled out of my rotten mouth.
Then came the memories
and shoved the spider down.
Out came the needle,
Out came the thread.
The spider cannot get out,
I sewed up my fucking head.
crawled out of my rotten mouth.
Then came the memories
and shoved the spider down.
Out came the needle,
Out came the thread.
The spider cannot get out,
I sewed up my fucking head.
Published 11th Mar 2013
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11th Mar 2013 2:41pm
I like this. IT's really dark, and not long. I flows well. Nice write, Schizo.
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13th Mar 2013 11:11pm
