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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