I am a young fly trapped in a spider's web of white. He wrapped me up well; so snug, and so tight. He did not want me but wouldn't set me free. Plus, the fragile white web was far to perfect to flee.
The web danced in the breeze and was covered in dew. I must admit, I was drawn to it; distracted as I flew.
Now I am caught, feeling stuck day by day
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