A tin full of spider souls

A lover
for a rotation of the moon
nothing more,
consumption may be filling
but just a taste is always better,
save your simple words
for a simple soul
because this is complicated
and my mind is an intricate
tangle of webs
left by the souls of spiders
that I stole as a child
and kept hidden in a tin can.

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