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You followed me late into the night:
big-shouldered, strong; wide brimmed hat 
conceals your face lest I could see 
the dark I feared: the specter that haunts
my nights — terrible, powerful, and pitiable.
All the same, one night I found
my nerve and turned the chase to 
confront you and you ran away.
I pursued to extend 
one trembling hand to grasp your arm
and to turn your eyes to mine 
to see the flat face of a glass;
it was then my eyes fell open.

If you enjoyed and want to enable my coffee habit. Coffee.

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