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Bits
It is getting to be yellow
the old paper
with the old time.
The lines being
for read are waiting
for dissolving
in the oblivion
as the time keeps going on.
My blue mood
is descending
on the hidden
thread of a spider
among us
among you
among them
and I am looking for
the evil web-maker
where can it be
but nowhere can be found.
