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Griffin Winney

A child cries
Behind a grown mans eyes
Crouched down low
A memory, this memory his foe
Under the chair
A spider, this spider it hides
Killing only to live
Living only to die
Consume a fresh breath
Of our still stale air
And loosen your grip boy
For now we're aware

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