Panic Webbing
In a forest of decimals thinly
All alcoves and animals play
I'm browsing but you're plotting
There lives a dot to another's pay
Try me. The home entertainment sutured
To hewn lunacy. You never wonder
Where the smudges on my glasses might go
They thrive and dine in the milk made handle
Thinking's day as separate as it is cold
Today, peevish peaches rumoured away
Dry as in some weedy bedding sundowned
Flagon that and try a discount window
Well-written like welding to a point nerve
The hawk's lost in plastic and dinner's served
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