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All it took was One grown-up touch Too close to places she was Too young to name. Now all hands move Like searching spiders on the Table of her little Self. Skin constantly goosebumped. Eyes focused on the Potential harmfulness Within and between all things That move with Predatory silence. She walks as if under Water, like a weblocked Fly; afraid to make ripples And draw Adult Arachnid Attention.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Arachnid
All it took was One grown-up touch Too close to places she was Too young to name. Now all hands move Like searching spiders on the Table of her little Self. Skin constantly goosebumped. Eyes focused on the Potential harmfulness Within and between all things That move with Predatory silence. She walks as if under Water, like a weblocked Fly; afraid to make ripples And draw Adult Arachnid Attention.
sgholter
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
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