An endless circle ever winding
seems to lose its binding
crazy fear going round
hearing not a sound
a scratch, a smudge, a nodge, or peep
coming from the endless deep
dark and blue do we see
but what is that looking at me?
a tiny frown do i see
with patches here and their
and one little tear
some blood that comes from their
seems to rise to the air
and to my dispear
a worm appears
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