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A web
weaves throughout my life, linking every detail
One strand is
wound round the metal ring
When life tugs on my string, the
trigger is pulled
Sometimes I think I’m immortal
Many holes
in my head, and I’m still going
But it won’t last
forever
There’s only so much I can take
One more hole in my
head …