spiderman
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Creepy crawlies trample the pillows
Of those who are long lost
Some are visited by grieving whispers
And others still lay where they were first tossed
Smoky fog rises from the ground
He was just a little kid
blonde hair, blue eyes
playing in the back of the church like usual
waiting for mom to say it’s time to go.
He doesn’t notice the girl with her short shorts and blue shirt
