Cobweb

Sad, but I still feel like folding my flippers and drawing in my head when its back to before but not. Empty inboxes aren't as bad as the imagined ones full of name or names, and whats worse is I can't even draw questionmarks anymore for you.

I am the cobweb in the ceiling of your skull, clinging to a spindly shining dream.

 

 

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