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A Living Word (Free verse) by MacFrantic
In throes
Tossed across the table
It writhes under my eye
This arachnid sneers
Curses the webs you wove
To catch my beating heart
Chances trickle for you
They spill like wine
But you spit laughter
Before you can speak
So let that creature curl
And say everything you ought to
I dismiss your gesture
Your cruel conjecture
An attack on my calamity
To dine on better days
Where the only fear I have
Comes without a conscience
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