� The black windower � 2008-03-05 � 10:32 p.m. �
I crave you in times of transition. The web you weave is one of few places I feel safe.
You spin around me... a widower in your lanky grace and dark skin... you creep around your net, unaware of your manliness... uninvolved in my fears.
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