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Apr 2020
there are many bad webs and this
was
the worst

god rays from the sun
she sits and waits
such class
the hottest of them all

a trap
unshakeable by the wind
unbroken by grace
a demon on the top

no way out
a sock in the throat
whispers behind a screen
a trap for them all

and then
a mistake
or was it
no reason to care
walk free

move forward
look ahead
slide down
another web

god rays from the sun
it shimmers
a new day

I walk straight into the web.
Written by
Mohan Boone
47
       Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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