You move your lashes
You touch the spider-web
That covers all over me
It itches till my skin
gets bloodie…
—–
I am your prey at your net
When I feel in hell
Where goes my soul
into your eyes?
—-
Even you are miles away
My heart wrapped with your hands
Do not have room
to breathe deep
—–
Do not stay that far
While I am drying
Eat me as a whole
Can not bear pieces…
No more…
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