Web
the srtings of the web
so thin and sticky
holding me in place
look so thin and fragile
yet wont break
hoding me til
the damned
in the lies and hate
Engulfing
me
Web
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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