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that first call alerts him,
eight legs run to the cot,
threads stream behind,
silken, the best he's got
each year they tighten,
vibrations excite more,
never stops watching,
repairs those that tore
escaping is impossible,
your destiny unfurling,
a decade like a second,
years like nets whirling
this one will never age
anymore than his web,
th...
Saturday 17th April 2021 10:37 am
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