425
beautiful
trap
past words
call in
the cobwebs
who's
caught?
who
sweeps?
who puts
away?
ever the
larger scheme emerges
as one
looks to light
webs no
longer to fall through
skeins of
day to climb
past words
still
bound
by such a
spell
one
still goes singing on
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