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paranoid
the next time
you won't
see the hooks
coming
the fear in your eyes
looking past me
towards the exit
the door to the street
and I wait
looking across the table at you
thinking
how?
you won't
see the hooks
coming
the fear in your eyes
looking past me
towards the exit
the door to the street
and I wait
looking across the table at you
thinking
how?
Published 30th Nov 2010
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8th Dec 2010 6:42am
I had to read this a few times, wondering what it all meant. Sometimes the pondering is the beauty of a poem. You made me wonder.
8th Dec 2010 9:48am
