We are two spiders,
You and I.
Together we spun a friendship;
An intricate web
Of intimate moments.
They were the strands of conversation.
They were the silk of silliness.
They were the cross-links of thoughts.
They were the concentrics of our beliefs.
Now we wait,
As we watch for flyers by.
We catch feelings.
We eat them;
They pass.
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Adventures in Love
PoetryA collection of poetry on the longing to find love and the struggles that come with it.