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May 2012
This spider's web
wasn't made to catch small flies.

The spiders had conspired to create a web
that could catch bigger prey.
Instead of delicate tendrils of silk,
waits a net of secrets and lies and confused loyalties
designed to hook, deceive and ensnare.  
With the truth still fresh on your lips
and the shock still sharp in your eye
caught.

There's no enjoyment in the catch, though,
they too are entangled in the threads they wove.
This web
is where spiders catch spiders.
Charlotte Burgess
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