I'm a sort of lover with spiders in her heart, spindly creatures with fangs of sharp hurt. I don't love lightly, with sun or warmth, my love is like the moon, dark clouds over inky skies. Don't mistake my affection for the pale blue of my eyes, the silver there isn't shimmering. I'll take you in my arms and hold you precisely because I too know wh…
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