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Little black arrowhead across my wall
Following me
Stalker
How many eyes are
looking looking looking
At me?
Little claw fangs
Click
Weaving unseen thread
Wringing round and round
Legs like threads
Twitch
How many feet are
Nicking inverted constellations
On pristine white walls
A gift to me
My own sky
- by Arille_Levalla |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/29/2008 |
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- Title: The Spider
- Artist: Arille_Levalla
- Description: Another short little blurb of a poem. Just a random thought that came into my head. I love how spiders move.
- Date: 10/29/2008
- Tags: spider
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- Black Sheep of Death - 10/29/2008
- lovely! I never thought I'd like a poem about spiders of all things.
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