over come with sorrowthen I see this sweet little facesinging don't worry about a thingcause every little thing is going to be alrighttears came and my heart swellat four years old this angel sang to melooking so much like...

Poets in Gossamer Beds   tarantula tantrum legs unhinged the web torn apart Home is no longer a resting place the flies quit knocking on the door   spun fun undone hearts crawling with sticky feet he's coming for us he'll thread the needle   and then sting us with  his venomous smile.     erin-cilberto 9/20/25