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Just Inside, by yours truly.
Bright shafts of light,falling alternately;
I,sullen,crawling ever so slowly.
The musty gusts of wind,sporadic;
Shackles scraping across,cacophonic.
Subtle spiders,scurrying in a hurry;
All utterances,inebriated and slurry.
Vivifying silhouettes always trying to lure;
Welts across the pale flesh turned azure.
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