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I see you, watch you, you’d be shocked to know
what I think about when you’re near. Can you

feel me watching you? perhaps not. Although,
I am curious, if not you then who

is this for? whose heart do my eyes burn holes
into? Don’t be flattered by attention

from things that you can’t understand. Your soul’s
immense need is what I sense; you who shuns

passion because you don’t want to be hurt.
Beyond pain, you’re my dirty thought today.

Beyond hurt, I love not just your essence.
You’re my bliss. Bliss stops hurt. There is grave dirt

under my broken nails. We are the way
we are: you’re loved despite your ignorance.