Puce
a color varying from dark purplish brown to dark
red
Lust in the afternoon
Unexpected words in the evening
A digital fantasy
Now a distortion of reality
Where do they come from
These elegant dreamers
A blessing to my soul
Or perhaps a curse
My creations the web
You flew too close
Became entangled
Yet I find myself entranced
Who is the prey
Who the hunter
Or is this exchange without loss
Oh what hopes are those?
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