there’s a spider running
around my feet
in the kitchen
while i write
it reminds me
of one of the first
notes you ever left me
after we first met
i hope that none of them
were affectionately
called by the name
of charlotte
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your poem is shrinking; don't let ir disappear... e
This was actually it's original form and I expanded it... then I came back to it and I kind of liked it better the first way.
Now you've got me thinking again.
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