gazing at your work of art:
a spider's web, beautiful,
glistening in the silver light of the subtle lampost, standing alone in a dark street,
so alike the moon rays that we flourish beneath,
almost hidden in the mist.
like a fly, a fool, i've stumbled blindly into your trap again.
doomed i may be, still i admire your perfect creation,
tangled in the threads of your dangerous affection.
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