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Jul 05, 2009
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Entomo Necro
I live in a place Where spiders die Where centipedes crawl Where small bugs cry Ceilings of wilderness Desolate and flat Where houseflies sing Where ladybugs sat Windows of hope Turn to prison Where spider webs await Where aphids spin... And meet their fate I live in a place Where spiders die Where they stop and stare Where life isn’t fair And they just… Don’t care.
— Shadowteller, Jul 05, 2009
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Seren
17 years ago
Something, is more than
Candlewitch
17 years ago
Hello
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Shadow
Ink Dragon
17 years ago
Hi Shadowteller,
weirdelf
17 years ago
No, the ending is perfect
Electric Blue
16 years 11 months ago
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