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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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