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Caught in a weaving web of lies,
She comes gripping with sticking ties,
wrapping tightly with constant strain,
all the pressure almost popping vein,
sensitive hairs felt struggling free,
dressed for dinner wondering when that will be,
her want is remain still without a complaint,
as the pressure of her rules make me a saint,
soon a meal is felt with her wait,
trapped in the spiders web i accept my fate.