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I can feel your eyes

Following my every move,

Haunting me,

Keeping me from forgetting.

I can sense the motives

Of your hands,

Intent on ruining me,

Seducing me like only they can.

I can hear your footsteps

Behind me,

Chasing me,  

An unending pursuit to claim me.

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