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She was ultra thin, But neither her head, Nor her breast. Limbs all rickety, But neither her bed, Nor her crest.. Words spun like web, Crept around my skin, I lost all my control...
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
Like A Spider
She was ultra thin, But neither her head, Nor her breast. Limbs all rickety, But neither her bed, Nor her crest.. Words spun like web, Crept around my skin, I lost all my control...
HP Poem #1245 ©Atul Kaushal
Atul
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35/M/Indian
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
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