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Poetry
2019-04-21 12:00:00 +0000
Self-conscious
Nervous City poetry

You peered into my presence Without my permission. I happened to take notice, Which gives form to superstition.

Now my thoughts follow laws That only I can enforce; If you continue to trespass, I'll steer you back on course.