Wake your walking dead beside my head,
Open up my eyes and see they're red,
Move up your moving cells instead...
See the scars, and know for you I've bled.
I wax old, I fade to gray,
spider beside her, curds and whey,
Scare my tenure away...
View the vision of what I lost today.
[15:15|26.10.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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