That must be climbed;
Uninviting spaces.
Dark traps don't stay warm,
In tiny little spider hell.
All sounds vibrate,
Pulsating through the peace.
Nothing is calm.
It's a huge, living spider hell.
Tricky little cracks,
Crevices that hold more than secrets,
Escape routes and tunnels,
Necessary for survival.
You could call it their hell.
And they could call it home.
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