in fear in phobias
in terror veritas
I fall into their webs
during the stormy nights
eight-legged freaks
grinning their teeth
staring without moves
at me when I sleep
and I know they will follow
me even tomorrow
and leave me in horror
and I think they will bite
but then I start to like
this kind of dark night rite
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