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Sep 2020
~           *light on,
still-frame freeze of black bodied eight-legged life
     clinging to stained acrylic. we stare at each other pretending we're not real
until one of us moves.
                    
it was me.
Written by
Laokos  37/M/Texas
(37/M/Texas)   
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