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there, in front of my eye, a small web
delicate spidery laciness she cannot stay inside my dwelling caught in my hand, I will not crush her my gentleness offers asylum she escapes, threads spinning wild magic at last in the trees, her web of silk balcony liberty discovered her garden trap welcomes new victims the garden spider 2 july, 2006 (written for the Poetic Paradise Daily Contest)
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