The Web
Paint the web
With silly string colors
And make your words dance all over them.
In this high strung, imaginary world
We spin ourselves into the frenzy;
Get all tangled up together.
Because poetry is a uniting force
Where emotions meet, distill, synthesize
Crying eyes and cathartic hearts abound here.
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