There is spider
Making its home
On my car
It’s living behind the side mirror
Where no one can reach
I know she’s there
I can see the milky outline of her web
Scratching
Shadows of passing cars
On my mirror
Sometimes I wake up
In the middle of the night
Dreaming of this spider
Living behind my mirror
That’s when I start to think
This spider is my angel
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