behind venetian blind
an unblinking eyes
press by the window
ever watching you
cloak heart beating
full of warm longing
darkness draping
time fast passing
nails growing steadily
fangs retracted to hide
angst stewing to steam
tears cake like cream
slowly sudsiding to a halt
behind eyeballs are all black
lungs with steady air, pump
fluid from brain move legs
away from the curtain
settle gently on wood grain
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