Said the Spider To the Fly
The web grows daily strand by strand.
There is no escape from this sticky mess.
Each turn creates an inescapable net.
Oh to be rid of the spider and her poisonous ways.
Trapped with no power to end this mess.
My hero is silent when just a word could dissolve this web of deceit that has invaded our home.
Each day brings more pain as the strands wind tighter and tighter until I cannot breathe.
I am trapped and dying more each day.
Tis only a matter of time.
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