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Apr 2014
There is a hole in the woods
Deep down in the forest floor
Covered up by piles of leaves
There is a spider there that sings
A twisted song just smooth enough
To draw them closer to her nest
She catches doves, drains them dry
Hangs them by silken thread up high
From far away, it almost looks
Like she isn't living a lie
Written by
Fae
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   Connor Ruther
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