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Gentle Tapping

Cody Callahan

Shadowed all my implications
Rose and tore my words out
Eating with seamless immunity
Tilling flesh to plant their legs
And fill up all my space...

Diggin trenches, laying eggs
Why is speaking so hard for me?
Spiders
Spiders make my stomach spin
Picking at my everything
Questioning your every step

So soon they came to my door
So soon they were to arrive
Built from stitches, suicide
No one knows what they came here for

Gentle tapping at my eye lids
Urging me to open wide
Digesting lies you’ve woven sweet
Untangling brand new tapestry
All before I go to sleep

Spiders
Spiders make my stomach spin
Picking at my everything
Questioning your every step
Digging trenches, laying eggs
Spiders make my stomach spin

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