A web will not circle
And a web will not spin.
However it can sit in a corner
forever, waiting to win.
It’s a trap you can see
With no hidden plot.
I went searching for substance
You know what I got?
(stuck
The spider was hungry
And I was in pain
I’m scared that the spider
has eaten my brain.
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