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Truth Is

that little spider in the corner of the window sill growing between the stone and the wall


that little spider would have probably killed me when it was old enough to know how


it was red, redder than red, red like the hourglass on the back of a black widow red

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

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