Stalk

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I can sometimes feel
The short breaths on my skin
Like I'm being studied
Like I'm being pushed in
Does it watch me
While I'm typing this
Is it waiting
To lash out its fist
Is it waiting for me to stop
Waiting for me to love
Is it despising me
Because I'm too above
Will it judge me for me
Or will it set me free

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