Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most psychotic of them all, ah, it must me, the silent stalker. I obsess over what I can never have, what will never love me, or even know me, until one day, it's all too much, so I must reach out to him, touch, hold, caress, FIND him. Even in his secret spot, away from all the world, I will come to him, love him, devote my entire being to him. It's so funny, I stalk him and yet he doesn't, even know. Hah! poor boy, he no like poetry, too bad, for all poems point to him, my one true love. I stalk him with my words, torment his soul with my pen, dream erotic visions of us entwined together on my bed, when it is all finished, there will be one helluva book. I'll special deliver a copy to his doorstep, or maybe take it myself, I do have his address, mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most insane of them all?Birth sign: Taurus
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