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my love is a witch
a pretty witch
with dark hair
and
cold skin
she keeps me for herself
she sees my eyes
they look at others
she chopped off my legs
and
turned me into a spider
i eat flies
and
scurry about the place
following her from room to room
i watch her
everyday
brushing her hair
in the mirror
she is so beautiful
it melts my heart
she tells me
i will have my legs back
when i no longer need my eyes
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