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by Krystal Silas
Spider-webbed above my head Staring at the ceiling Fingers tracing ‘long the cracks Staring at the ceiling Wind that batters Staring at the ceiling We make up countries Staring at my ceiling Laughter, tears, joy and sad Staring at my ceiling Bits of brick and popcorn dust Staring at your ceiling Tears are dried and no longer cried Staring at our ceiling.
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