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Apr 2019
Your words fall
           like webs.

And you are the spider
              waiting for the

eventual tug, to cocoon
                        my failures.



But my wings are stronger
              than your silk wordings.






And I fly free of your sorrow
             that you tried to capture
                                     me within.



Your alone, in your web of loneliness.


             And I flutter freely.
Poetic T
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