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BY SPIDER'S SILK
Scared mess of marks,
Hasty plans of usual bidding.
I've never even met the piper.
Still snooping after old trails run cold.
Suggestion is masturbation.
A glowing sibling
Of the blinding light.
A habit of ignoring
Fealty called into action assumes coxswain.
Fat and obtuse is he;
The vessel does capsize.
Leaving hope to drift downstream.
Hope's only lover casts strength
To fish out pieces of a lost heart
On spider's silk.
Unfounded strength spindles from bulbous abdomen and spinnerets.
Hidden beneath frond and palm
Are those twin hopes
Awaiting a meal
And room to grow.
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