The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
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I'd still say that I love you,
Even if I could not talk.
And I'd follow you to the end of the earth,
Even if I could not walk.
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I want you.
in the most honest type of way.
gaze in the fondest type of way.
and there will never be a day
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The stench of the room
was that of spoiled raw fish.
Everyone was looking around,
searching for its host.
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Ridiculed,
and for what?
Because I have talent
in my brown skin?
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If you can hear me, please call me,
because we need to talk.
You see, I've been having a bit of trouble
upholding my Christian walk.
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