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I'm the creep
because I don't like the screen
but maybe I do
the misery seeps in
the gargoyles gather
on precipice
the darkness surrounds
and the loose threads unwound
the music machine discs
crowd and disperse
the butting in
she's the only one who knows
even though I'm always sticking up for you
the heat melts the cool
and we disappear
reappear
as nothing
the wheels grind
you hear the friction
grasshopper legs
we await Spring
get rid of cobwebs and welcome the paper wasp