Trying again

 

 

Hello web from the world,

                          people unite by the spider net,

               here we are trying to figure it out what to do, or how to escape,

            if I’m on track asking to the silence,

                                 would I have a name?

            the involuntary rhymes sound like a frantic game

in the wrinkles inside my brain,

a labirynth wich is made by my own reseach

of how we see in the mirror image

Is this how everything about this is suppouse to be?

 

 

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