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Bat
I hang upsidedown from the roof of your skull sleepingโmy wings crossed over me like Pharaohโs arms, locking in a wisdom millennial sands have leached and buried. We are...
Spider
Zโthe fly is at the sill. Z ZโI am silent, riding the center Of my web, the intricacy of my thought Spelled out like the stars and the bonds...