White Widow

June 10, 2011
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White Widow
Spinning your web around my mind,
Some thoughts you may clutter,
But mine you unwind.
Contrary to the rumors of your aid in demise,
From black ashes,
You surely rise.
Your aroma is sweet, yet so sour,
It catches your prey,
Which you indulge to devour.





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