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May 2023
Eye
This eyeballs
It pursues you
It bores its tendrils deep beyond any dermal capacity
No matter if a jaunt, stride, or sprint
It is (in) the second person
Can you see yourself?
morallygray
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morallygray  M/Ohio.
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