I want to hear your voice,
The sound in my sick dreams.
Like broken RC toys,
We shuffle our streams.
I'm friendly, funny weaver,
Who built this giant web.
And am I conscience-stealer,
Who only wants to grab?
Red thread in hands is tangled,
In yours there's only one.
The Bermuda Triangle,
Where we will always drown.
I want to hear the sound,
Your voice in my sick world.
Dont need this crazy crowd...
There is a scarrying cold.
Weaver
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