Your ravishing signs, my nefarious designs,
Back’s blue, that facade is yellow…
I wonder why I’m the fellow,
Stalking the beautiful and pristine,
Trespassing the seen unseen,
Modestly though changing the lines,
Headed to where, destiny destines.
Precarious thoughts, yet they assume,
Blatant efforts, my eyes assure…
Capturing you, cynosure…
It may seem quite bizarre,
My stalking you coul...

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