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Own Imperfections.

Their eyes cut deep into me,
Although I was alone,
The feeling of being watched,
The feeling of coming together,
Lingered as I let go,
Looking in from a new dimension,
I watched as they lurk on there, own faults,
Their own imperfections.



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