spin

anna roberts

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I wonder if the spiders remember me 

When I fall asleep and stop  

Moving my legs. Do they think of me  

And paint me into their web? 

Monument to unconsciousness.  

8-legged barrow-makers. 

Decorators of the hoards of kings.  

They leave me a portrait when I wake.  

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