You want to come in here,
Even just a hint of my existence,
The knowledge I am near,
Tugs at your heart like a winch on a truck,
Bet you wish it would stop,
But the prospect of getting close to me,
Would lead you to never-ending distraught,
Gladly you would walk across burning rocks,
Pain moments paid for love,
Even if it ends more quickly than that,
Th'euphoria's enough,
To get you by,
Until the next chance comes,
So I silently stalk to the exit,
While you roll about in self-delusion
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