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City Of Spiders

Spiders.
Surrounded by millions.
Weaving.
Laughing.
Dancing.
Singing.
Tangled in their webs.
The stronger the struggle,
The more jubilant they become.
Lie low, lie still.
The time shall pass,
and new prey is bound to arrive.

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