I've found you, my enemy,
So far, thou playest hide-and-seek.
Often I caught thy shadow,
But you, a master at sneak.
The path you chose, the pace you follow,
Witty is thy nature, evident in thy streak.
Thy residence in my Innerself? ! You bravo!
A deceit, a mask, soft in thy speak.
It took so long to recognise you,
Your runway leads to a high peak.
Beware all my dears, who follow,
excise this whisperer early lest it gets freak.
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