The Snowdrop Spider
I awoke to the flutter of another unspoken memory,
a butterfly that sputters its wings inside my mind
Like a spider spinning its intestines into a nest,
a web of desire that reflects my entire life,
uninspired with strife.
I awoke to the flutter of another unspoken memory,
a butterfly that sputters its wings inside my mind
Like a spider spinning its intestines into a nest,
a web of desire that reflects my entire life,
uninspired with strife.
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