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If the spider on my porch could talk
By M. Faulkner
Are you seriously still afraid of me?
Even after all those long conversations
Where you talked about such big concepts
As if you expected me to understand them
Would you have said less if you knew I did?
Does it make you more human
To know what capitalism is?
Did you mean it when you said
We had a mutual understanding,
When you said you respected me?
Does your respect just mean fear
Or are we friends?
You called me neighbor
And colleague
Are those words empty?
Do you actually care
Or are you just scared of me?
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