Thursday, May 19, 2011

the hole in my soul

the spider moves quickest
unto the fly that is weakest
such a fool am i
to think i was any different than any other fly

barely worth the pleasure
to dig at that treasure
the hole in my soul
is made worse from the toil

i miss my mom so much
and need hugs in a bunch
from good friends i have strayed
they knew i should have stayed

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