My mind harbours
thoughts so dark and vile
That if you ever heard them -
the hissing whispers reverberating in the vaults of my skull
Ever saw them -
the scenarios I draw up in my mind
or that sly smile creeping onto my face
as I picture them true.
You would realise
Just how little
you know of me.
Just how little
I think of you.
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