I don't know what tendrils these are
showing through
I don't really want to start that thing
I said I'd do
Surely I don't want to go back
to the same
they curl and turn and
pull:
there goes the game
I feel like like grabbing
pull it inside out
find out what this
twinging barb's about
gather my rags and cans
to stake a claim
they twine and
climb and reach
there goes the game
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