andru235 he watches me,
not knowing what he sees

in his little book,
he charts each movement
and notes the time

am i but a big, lumpy rock?
or is there something more ... ?

do he even know what he is looking for? for his exuberant sense of certainty implies that he does not.

i have very little interest in revealing myself to him. let him think that i am merely a large, obtuse sphere. let him think that i do not cry or laugh.

he thinks my oceans are empty? then let him drown, drown, drown in them.
Doar i now have 20 points.

and nicely done andru235.
what's it to you?
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