You have watched me, safe in your anonymity. I have dreamed you, held in your security. Some people believe a photograph
traps your mortal soul. Your eyes were the camera and you've take hold.
Here's my second, better photo album. Enjoy. |
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Every place I go I feel your lenses trained on me. This distant concentration takes away my energy. Your image burns it's
negative. Behind my waking eyes.
"The Prisoner"-Cross That Line-Howard Jones-1989
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