Photo by Charlie Harutaka on Unsplash
Running from the hail
stepped into a spiderweb
I lost my compass
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My moral compass
Won’t allow me
To serve you
Vanilla mould
For dessert
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All Hail
The Vanilla Queen
Owning all that
The eye compasses
Catching prey
In her mouldy
spiderweb
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