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Apr 2018
frosty winds claim few survivors
burned feet on a porcelain beach
your poison poured into my cup
pale creamy swirl to help me sleep
walked into the web of a spider
dreamy eyes every time I see her
dress me in silk I've lost my fight
since your white
spider
bite
I like it visually as a spiders abdomen.  At it's core it is about surrender.
SoZaka
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SoZaka  M/Seattle
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