Sneaking

I see you sneaking

Into this room

Late at night

Beneath the empty moon

Thinking you can steal

My thoughts in the dark

Thinking you can read me

With empty eyes,  dry and stark

There is nothing here for you

Only the eternal see the sacred

And you,

You have been cast out

Beyond help, 

Beyond hope,

Beyond your reach, 

Beyond a doubt

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