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the secret life of the sundew (Free verse) by pollywolly Stretching
She yawns,
Uncurling her
Tapered arms
She reaches outwards
To the sun
Seeking the warmth given
To sweat her deadly pores,
Bringing forth
The sweet nectarine
Used to lure
Her prey
Into her sticky
Embrace
In this place
Of decay
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