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Mar 2021
He creeped in through my window,
the moon’s shadow peeking softly
while I slept, watching, observing, guarding
a neither malevolent nor benevolent thing
just existing, in his own orbit, pulling the tides,
serving his purpose, being.
This poem was written in 2019.
Payton Hayes
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Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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