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V1
A girl enters a shop each day at precisely nine o five
buys herself a morning coffee and a pack of marlborough lights
the boy who works the deli counter times her every move
his eyes fixated on her skin as she lines up in the quay
she can feel his eyes they`re burning on her as she snares him with a glance
but he doesn`t hesitate or flinch as if caught in midst daydream or trance
he stares on at her she turns away as the red enflames her face
she knows hes peeling her in his mind rehearsing all his scenes as if a play
V2
shes at her work but this freak is perched upon her thoughts
she`d frequent at another shop only for the inconvenience of it all
soon she becomes lost inside her work as shes rolling up her sleeves
and thinks nothing more of the silly boy who made her feel uneased
hes still at the shop he`s contemplating what he`d do
on the outside he seems plain as day but beneath a monster brews |