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Feb 2016
You are like a spider.
Hide in small places.
I got stuck in your web.
Leaves no traces.
As I try to escape.
I feel myself getting weaker.
Don't want to give in.
Into your poison of sin.
Secuded on soft satin.
Crawling under my skin.
The world feels
so much better.
As I'm writing you
this letter.
Joyce
Written by
Joyce
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