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Feb 2019
A spider crawled into my life
And frightened for my own
I squished it underneath my hands
This was its final tomb

Its corpse remains wilting away
I am a ****** to its decay
Too afraid bury it, yet
Too scared to let it stay

Perhaps this spider was no good
But who was I to say?
For I know not the things it's done
And only pain remains
Sarah
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Sarah  19/F/Kentucky
(19/F/Kentucky)   
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