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𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎,
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Wingbeats You never question how sometimes silence is survival— not to ignore, and certainly not for lack of Love. Your grace and even your pain remind me of soft wingbeats turned toward the light despite dusks that follow. 🦋 To my dear friend @liberatingsoulpoetry —I love you dearly! Happy birthday, beautiful. I think of you often even when we don’t speak. Your quiet light and care doesn’t go unseen. 💛✨ #happybirthday #deadspidersweave #poemsfromtheheart by @d.s.weave
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𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 🕷️ 🐈‍⬛ 𝙸’𝚖 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 🕸️ #deadspidersweave #instapoems #inkandpaper #handwritten #originalpoetry by @d.s.weave
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Alter Your eyes are like opposing sea currents— untrained in their chaos. I want to navigate them. You’re reposed for once— watching rising golds that alter a wanting horizon. You don’t even know that in your rare restraints you alter expectancy… you alter me. #deadspidersweave #writersofinstagram #instapoet #handwritten #create by @d.s.weave
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4 days ago
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♥️ Dare to Grow I let myself fall into their embrace— not realizing it was not me they were holding— they always held themselves tighter. I wanted to feel how they felt— how their mind turned— but I wanted them to feel my feelings too— to anticipate my desires apart from their own. Everything they asked for I tentatively gave— and they praised me for how well I mirrored them. At the start it was never about what I wanted, what I was feeling. They were all demands disguised as requests. I could feel myself asphyxiated beneath their satisfaction. How strange it is to be lusted after by someone trying so hard to appear gentle, while selfishness seeped through their pores. And how frightening it was that I came so close to giving them everything they wanted at the foot of my own flowerless grave because I had hated the way I breathed for far too long. Then one day I remembered how I used to live like this for others— how that rotting neglect can happen so slowly. So I shut it all down. I let myself dare to grow out of hungry shadows even if it is all alone. #deadspidersweave #poetryfromtheheart #expression #handwriting #deeppoetry by @d.s.weave
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a month ago
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Startled Alive I saw your face my body forgot instructions: first thought— I know you, not your name but your eyes— deep, dark— as if they might have carried something heavy still seeking careful meaning. Their brown crags held a kindness— not loud, not rehearsed, just thoughtful solvent that felt earned. Your art flared— colors sprayed against substrate— greens breaking open, red pooling near gray, blue singing beneath, small violences of orange— a wolf emerging from hours of dusk… feeling like a friend howling away obstacles. I could be wrong— I often am— still, something frightened in me leaned in hoping you might step into my life even through wavering doors. So I let you hold control— even when pulses misfired, even when chests tightened, bracing for weather or silence. I looked away first— tried to steady myself, felt the distance settle like dust finding its place in an empty room. Then you approached— my heart startled alive again sudden wingbeats against baffled bone. I did not trust my voice— it felt borrowed, fragile as crazed silicone, but because it was you— your face your art your eyes that made me still— I spoke. I am not one for speaking not like that— but in that moment I believed I could survive the sound of myself. Now I don’t know what this is or how long it will remain. When feelings strike, I press them down— minimize, rename, predict endings so I am not left aching. I have been wrong before, in ways that linger… I learned that some discoveries are not meant to be kept— bright things loosen, drift, disappear, alter their shape in your hands. Still— I feel as though I have uncovered something true, luminous— like bloodstone held to beam, dark green body veined with red— wound and earth unfaulted, refusing to detach. I don’t yet know how to hold it. I don’t know if you are someone who stays… Still— I am here waiting to see if you will surprise me. #deadspidersweave #freeverse #handwritten #poetrylovers by @d.s.weave
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𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ✨ 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖-𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎— 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚜— 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚣, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝— 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 🕷️ #deadspidersweave #poetrycommunity #thoughts #handwritten by @d.s.weave
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4 months ago
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𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑𝚜—𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜— 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙. #deadspidersweave #lovepoetry #sea by @d.s.weave
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4 months ago
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Hope sinks like the sun you soaked in every room— golden eyes outlasting dusks, memories of your golden fur bristling in the desert air. That special kind of light you hold is the hardest thing to lose. Walking this earth without you feels unbearable— you only ever deserved the rays you cherished— not the pain. Your yellow-green irises did not only reflect the sunlight— they summoned fractals of heart-warmth, spreading little fires to every point your paws touched. I’ll remember your golden fur igniting where the sun pooled in the windows. I will remember your heart against my chest— how our breathing became one rhythm. I will remember every joyous sound that illness could not hold, your rumbling purrs mighty as a cougar, and your kisses— your endless kisses— giving, always giving. Remembering your single black whisker (actually two if you looked close), your white chin tilted skyward as you stretched your long torso— your clicky yawns, and every ridiculous song we made up in your honor because you deserved infinite praise. I wanted you to live forever, but you linger in small things— in warm patches on the floor, in the shape your body made in blankets, in light that still looks like you slept there. And I believe the love you gave —even after the light slips through the patio window you adored— does not end. It remains, burning earnest in places you touched pulling me through the unfairness of losing you. #deadspidersweave #poetrycommunity #writerscommunityofinstagram #instapoet by @d.s.weave
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𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝.. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜…. 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. #deadspidersweave #originalpoem #instapoet #poetrycommunity #relationships by @d.s.weave
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𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏— 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍— 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎. #deadspidersweave #poetryinmotion #handwritten #create #selfdiscovery by @d.s.weave
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𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎— 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑— 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛…? 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. #deadspidersweave #freeverse #mourning #creativeprocess #handwritten by @d.s.weave
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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜… 🕷️🎭 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎— 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎; 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎… 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑. #deadspidersweave #originalpoem #createdtocreate #pennedthoughts #confessions by @d.s.weave
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