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POETRY
Spiders
Sneaky octonauts
weaving the floss of nightmares
a wake of dry husks
where legs make acrobatics
from ceilings to tight corners
where many eyes survey the
landscape of many giants
Poem 2 of Poemtober! Poems written to the Inktober Prompts and typed out (in ink) with my Dad’s old typewriter. Join me??