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Jul 2020
Spiders weaving golden threads,
Through our dreams
And around our silent heads.
The life running through our hair,
Attracting dreamweavers to our minds.

But all it takes is a bit of a bite,
And the once golden thread,
devolves to red,
And the once lavish life,
Disintegrates to lead.
Ayn
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Ayn  18/M/Wherever I May Roam
(18/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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