I see you everywhere now-
Over each hill; each page I read;
See your half-concealed eyes
Always there, watching me.
Now everyone turns into you-
Those ones I've never seen;
Who dwell in a hidden land
But still in my vicinity.
Sometimes, it feels as though
You are here to torture
Me; but then, you are so kind;
I curse my own mind's forfeiture.
You won't come out enough
To show your true identity,
As though, just scared enough
To be thought of, as nonentity.
So I promise, you will never be
Just a blank page, in a book;
Not any book, I ever held
By me, has been forsook.
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