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Darkness.  Cold.  My body twitches.  The soul squirms.  Darkness.  Cold.  Under the covers my body twitches.  The soul squirms.  Outside my window snowflakes form.  Outside my window snow like ashes falls.  Outside my window the wind is bitter, the wind is cold.  Blind wind, bitter cold.  Outside my window the blind wind blows.  Seeking for crevices.  Searching for holes.

Darkness.  Cold.  Under the covers my body twitches.  The soul squirms.  Where have I come from?  Where am I going?  The spider grows.  Where have I come from?  Where am I going?  As still as death, the spider waits.  The spider knows.  When I was a boy I used to catch ants and drop them into spiderwebs.  Spiders frightened me.  When I was a boy I used to catch ants and drop them into spiderwebs.  Spiders frightened me.  Spiders frightened me.

Darkness.  Cold.  My body twitches.  The soul squirms.  Where have I come from?  Where am I going?  I crawl from wall to wall.  Why this fear?  Where lies hope?  The wind is blind.  The spider knows.  Why this fear?  Where lies hope?  I crawl from wall to wall.  The spider is hungry.  The spider is inside me.  Where have I come from?  Where am I going?  The spider is hungry.  The spider feeds on me.



I feel desire, I feel despair.  The animals aren't animals anymore.  I feel terror.  I feel joy.  The animals aren't animals anymore.






This is my home/      o spider



It sucks meat from bone/      o spider



I am me, alone/      o spider








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