back to pen and paper: vol 6
I feel like I am constantly being
watched.
My words
are playing mix and match
for pupils and eyes
to spot.
Touch them,
but don't twist them.
I fear one day
my secrets
will no longer
be secrets.
And all my
words
I trust to keep
online
will be figured out.
Maybe
I'm not so poetic afterall.
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