CatcherA Poem by Cosmic kidTonight I'll lay on this floor and die a little more
With drowsy eyelids and Sweating palms
Trapped within a dream catcher
Bouncing off of each handwoven string
Then sliding down on to a soft and airy wing
This bottle now controls my life it's better then your knife
The sadness overcomes the urge to purge
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