Like a web,
the net
devoured my soul.
With invisible hands,
the net
gouged my body.
Like a whirlpool,
the net
sucked me in;
stabbing me with knives,
wrapping me up.
I rolled to escape
the net,
but it was no use.
The net
tightened,
suffocating me.
The net
stopped my heart.
V-log 
This is a lovely poem.
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Thank you. Your work is outstanding!
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Thanks too. Would you be so kind as to leave a comment on mine? X
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What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. Keep up your efforts. You are surely making a difference.
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Thanks!! I hope so…
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