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In alleys dark he follows you.

With eyes cast down he passes through

the dark impassive night to find

an unsuspecting creature, blind

to his aberrant point of view.

You get an unexpected cue

that someone may be watching you

such childish fears spring to your mind

in alleys dark.

You hear a sound, a sharp tattoo,

there’s blackness in your field of view.

Now up the back door stoop you climb

your key held out, the lock to find,

for someone may be watching you...

in alleys dark.


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