Remeber me?


                 I
Anything, or nothing,
the spider with many eyes.
"What was mine was loving."
I heard her start to sigh.
                 II
The fly caught inside the web.
Legs dancing on a cocoon.
Was it better left unsaid
(finger print's inside the womb).
                 III
In the shadow of the wax,
there was a flicker and glow.
She feeds off of the sack
where the spiders are to grow!

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