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Mar 2015
Pan the camera, that's right.
We'll wait for you to look the other way,
Then we'll strike.

When we are near, you may hear us groan.
You think you can run but you've heard us,
You're done.

I'll stay here hidden, don't try to watch me.
I don't like being watched, and soon you'll see why you shouldn't anger me,
When I come running.

I don't care, do what you please.
I'll simply analyse your behaviour without you even noticing.
But watch once the rooms darken, that's when I lighten up.

Don't temp me, I am always here, in your mind.
You won't notice me at first, in the same room.
But when you do, I wouldn't call it a "Golden" moment.
Can anyone guess what this is based on?
Adam Miles Christopher Bell
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Adam Miles Christopher Bell  20/M/Sunderland
(20/M/Sunderland)   
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