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Caught in my Web

Spider Spider in my head
the days grow short before I’m dead,
so while we live and breathe and see
Spider, won’t you set me free.
 
Spider Spider in my mind,
I made you, now you rob me blind.
You taught me more than I foresaw,
Spider, how you reap the score.
 
Spider Spider in my soul,
should you go now, would I be whole?
I’ve made my bed on silken thread,
Spider, you are me I dread.

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