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I effing hate you


trying2forget

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The webs weave as the

Small spider crawls into your ear

And wraps its silky habitat

Around your brain and

Pulls it just tight enough

So that you lose total control

But you never had control

That was taken from you

That day

The day in the woods

When you couldn't stop...

Him

His hands invaded you just as

The small spider has

His thoughts were obvious

As he groped what he thought

Would give him pleasure

And now

His oily fingerprints

And perverted scent

Lies forever

In your hair

As with every breath

You remember the spider

On that cool afternoon

And when he stole

Your innosense

And knew that

You would never forget him

You feel gross

You feel as if everyone can see

Where he has touched...

Where his lips left traces of

Their poison

The spider continues to weave

A silky web through memories

Though the day the spider invaded

Has long passed.

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I Have Read Alot Of Poems That Had To Do With Rape But They Always Felt Like A Third Persons Perspective Even Though Im Sure Not All Of Them Was. This One Feels To Me As If You Peakedthrough

My Window And Saw Everything That Wasnt Suposted To Be Seen Or Spoken And You Told,...you Told Becouse You Have A Window Of Your Own. This Feels Very Kendred Spirit. Thank You

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