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.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

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