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Beware that woman who comes in the calm,
whose venomous peace would be your balm:
her footsteps soft as spider’s kisses,
her voice like whispers of lost wishes.
Beware the mirror of her grey eyes,
that suck the soul away sigh by sigh;
beware the softness of her grey cloak,
when wrapped within no traveler woke.
Beware that invisible spider,
who wraps her web still ever wider;
who steals your joy along with your pain,
who leaves you living ‘though already slain.