My Widow
Does the spider truly appreciate
The vast woven death that is lurking in
lace. A promise of drainage forgotten
by most, including its masses of mates.
Though they call her a widow she lacks all
remorse. Forgets those like me with unlit
flame and lovers drought to which I submit.
So I'll wait for her nevercoming fall.
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