In threads of tangled web
spun silk opens her pores
absorbing dew to the rise of shadowed moon
her frailty of mind can only conclude
confused state of humanity
lesser the bullet's prey.
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In threads of tangled web spun silk opens her pores absorbing dew to the rise of shadowed moon her frailty of mind can only conclude confused state of humanity lesser the bullet's prey.
Author notesSix lines of anything .. Just a sad feeling of how I viewed the news of today .
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