her found form flying freely from falsehood to falsehood
she stops, staring silently, subtly singing her sweet scathing sorrows
what would one so wild want with this wandering widow of wonder?
i can't creep quietly- she keeps watching me at night.
the spider's web:
- ansa
- an art therapy masters candidate at pratt institute with a strong draw toward eco-psychology.
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