liars slack

half alive in a hardened world
stepping over the dead
gazing directly hard ahead
drifting in the scent 
of cinnamon and cider

hello spider
where'd you come from?
crickle cracked in 
on the back of the wind

now it's time to chill
time to relax
maybe we can beat these
flies and spies and liars who slack



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