don't move an
inch, don't
rattle a bone,
or flinch,
or blink,
or sigh,
or call for
help. don't
struggle to
free yourself
from this web
of mine,
i will
not hurt you,
at least not
much. said
the spider
to the fly as
he opened up
another bottle
of french
red wine.
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