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Aug 2022
these spiders in the rafters
don't weave webs,
they just stare with
all 8 legs and 53 eyes.
hark they marking their prey from
high above.
they want me to
save myself by wandering my eyes up
to them camoflauged in the architecture and
play in their mirage of angels that
give like gargoyles.
well, I wonder if they feel the spit
as it lands on the concrete at
my feet.
or miss the kiss of sanctity's sweet.
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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