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~           *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.
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
there's a spider in the bathtub again
~           *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.
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
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