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by ALEX   Oct 23, 2008


Tangled legs.
Kites woven like thread
through two beings.
My web.
Your web.
Fly me,
higher than before.
Like a blind insect,
I fly.
Your web before me,
lies like home.
Our extra joints
strand us,
captive on the ground.
Can't leave this place.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Hmm, umm it's different. The wording is a little weird and might make it hard for some to understand. The format was unique. I gave this poem a 5/5

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