It's not paint
Whispering it's way down the walls,
Peeling in the pigment
Of tears.
It's almost silk,
Solemnly swept
Between the spider
And her sparkle.
It's heavier than breathe,
Burgeoning tensions
Battling sunburst bubbles.
It dangles,
As green reaches.
Whispering it's way down the walls,
Peeling in the pigment
Of tears.
It's almost silk,
Solemnly swept
Between the spider
And her sparkle.
It's heavier than breathe,
Burgeoning tensions
Battling sunburst bubbles.
It dangles,
As green reaches.
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