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I know you.

I can smell your cell's RF scent
when you enter the station.
I can see your body
from ultraviolet to infrared;
watching you get hot
when you see the cute boy
with the spiked hair.
And I can hear your heart's murmur
from the back corner of the train.

But you don't know me.
You may see me,
but you do not perceive me
the way I dream that you do.

You are oblivious of my desire,
as I am oblivious of the thoughts
in your head.

And so we pass.

You exit at Kendall,
heading towards your 7th floor,
corner-window job at Biogen.
And I continue on,
watching.

Some day you will see me.

Ladybug ladybug,
what do you eat?
What do you do
that powers your feet?

Ladybug ladybug,
why are you here?
Such hostile grounds,
have you really no fear?

Ladybug ladybug,
why must you die?
You've beautiful wings,
just get up and fly.

This was accidentally posted before I finished it. Apologies to those who were horribly confused.

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I've been writing a few little poems in my random bouts of inspiration before I go to sleep. Usually I just use them for my away messages, but I figured I'd share them here too. Dreaming of Dreaming and She Dreams. Yes, you are correct: the theme you might be noticing here is purely coincidental.