Inquisitive being that comes only at night.
The discreet scrutiny it puts on my life.
Sitting perplexed in the darkness of my room.
The facial way I answer, but to whom.
The cynical warden sits with me now.
I need an exodus from this prison but how.
Inaudible the being has left me be.
I know now that the being was only me.
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