beautifullycreepy
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Glancing at stillness
I notice you raise
Lurking in low
transfixed by your gaze
I'm a creeper.
I listen intently but never join in.
I sit in the back so I don't miss anything.
I'm invisible.
I have a name but don't want you to know it.
Lay down your little head
And go to sleep
Pretend that life is a dream
And your dreams are life
That when you lay your head
And say good night
Your traveling to
