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She starts with a single thread
Carefully, weaving her loom
Intricate lines connected with ease
For those dropping by, certain doom
Several come calling, about her
None too quickly, do they escape
Caught in the strands of the webbing
She has carefully spun and draped
She has trapped so many before them
Even more know her clutches too well
A spider will always outfox her prey
When she captures them, under her spell
June Writing Prompt – Ethereal evolutions – Day 11/30
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Til death do they part. And party. And feast. Ewww…
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um…eeewwwww lol
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I found myself thinking…..He! 🤔
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What were you thinking?
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Superb.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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This is a fantastic poem. I feel the darkness of manipulation here. It feels menacing.
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Thank you! You picked up on exactly what i was hoping to portray 😉
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Oh I coukd FEEL every wird. But only because I am there, in it, if you see what I mean. Until you experience it you cannot know it or feel it. Unless if course you are prepared to listen, and not many are, too bysy keading theur own lives. But we syrvuve – SOMEHOW!
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Yes, we do! And we always will 🙂
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things turned for the wild in the last stanza 🙂 Nice work !
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Thank you! Tricky little bugger, she is lol
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Haha.. yes.. you’re welcome 🙂
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