To spiderman, without love
in this
our moment of separation
(for me)
angry agonizing infuriating
you smile
because your mind is stuck in a warp
where you think you
have got me
tied-in
so flawlessly
not a single visible knot,
perfect handiwork, (you think).
But that image of you
and of I
and of half a dozen others
is the image
of a lie.
our moment of separation
(for me)
angry agonizing infuriating
you smile
because your mind is stuck in a warp
where you think you
have got me
tied-in
so flawlessly
not a single visible knot,
perfect handiwork, (you think).
But that image of you
and of I
and of half a dozen others
is the image
of a lie.

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