Tale Of A Fly Or #life From The Sky She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and she crawls with Elegance from string to string to Unite them all in subtle sight. She works without light, driven Sweetly by spite, and she’s Spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and spinning so Precisely, so knowingly and Decisively for she knows that Enticingly is the only hope for Liveliness tomorrow night. So She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night. And on dawn I see her Work, it’s a beautiful lurk, and I Know those strings are lies but they’re Sparkling in my eyes and I Want them to be true, but they’re Lies without virtue, but they’re All I’ve ever wanted, and She knows it, too, so I pursue, and she smiles and Ties me in our fantasy, And though in lies, at least I died happily.
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