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Watchful Eyes
dance of fools
corrupting the
heart of a stranger
that sits in pain,
longing for the
touch of love.
Behind the wall
a fire burns, urging
on a desire that only
gets stronger
with time.
Time stops and
the heart does as well,
a quiet killer
that makes living
impossible.  Puzzles
of life are torn apart
revealing the inner
delicacies of self-control.
Staring through watchful
eyes the stranger turns
to me and I see
myself looking back.