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Lies slip from her mouth Waiting for the web to be unraveled She watches them stumble and fall into her trap Disappointed, everytime. The strings of fate wait It is a game that none but her see She grasps them and weaves a story from threads and her friends All around, people become beads She weaves the strands of the game From her fingers, a tapestry unfolds Showing a path that few have ever seen before Once, a game masterfully won
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
The Spinner
Lies slip from her mouth Waiting for the web to be unraveled She watches them stumble and fall into her trap Disappointed, everytime. The strings of fate wait It is a game that none but her see She grasps them and weaves a story from threads and her friends All around, people become beads She weaves the strands of the game From her fingers, a tapestry unfolds Showing a path that few have ever seen before Once, a game masterfully won
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F/Wisconsin
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
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