Reaching into the demon's mouth,
the search entraps and burns
With every click and byte we choose,
the less we seem to learn
Our privacy we save as bait,
the wolves set free to run
Stripped and naked, to live as prey,
—our pasts now theirs to hunt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)
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