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MimesisMy daughterwouldn’t hurt a spiderThat had nestedBetween her bicycle handlesFor two weeksShe waitedUntil it left of its own accordIf you tear down the web I saidIt will simply know This isn’t a place to call home And you’d get to go bikingShe said that’s how others Become refugees isn’t it?నా […]