-My Dark Ceiling-
Staring up at my dark ceiling
I start to get the strangest feeling
A feeling that says someone is watching me
But no one is there, What could it be?
Suddenly I see before me
Eight tiny legs
Upon a web so quirky
It seems to smirk
As it hangs from its silky line
I scream and I panic
Then squash it
And now I'm fine
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