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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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Posted: September 29, 2006 3:02 AM PDT; Last modified: September 29, 2006 3:02 AM PDT
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That being said, though, 'sweat her deadly pores' and 'sticky embrace' aren't nearly graceful enough to carry that idea to the end.