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Nov 2020
you were a spider in the basement of my existence.
and while the webs you spun were not you,
they became some iteration of you to me,
and despite my damndest efforts,
they decorated every crevice in
the attic of my mind
~that really *****, 'cuz i don't like spiders
xandra
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xandra  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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