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Time spun like spider's thread
shimmering and glistening with the passing of the sun I am caught between the threads forever bound in time Images fix themselves in my mind like the drops of dew on each silky fiber Every move I make tangles me even more and I can't extricate myself from this moment Dangling infinitely on a single point of the temporal spectrum Do I really want to break free? Or shall I remain amongst the threads, floating in limbo?
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