Out of the corner of my eye, I see you there
I wonder if you are just a straggling hair
A floating appiration of pure darkness
At first in the shadows, and now this
Why are you hanging around me?
Creeping around invisibly?
Some derangede rope of demon creativity?_
One that's there but hardly seen
Are you nice or are you mean?
You floaty little string.
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