She stalked her
Only not in dark.
And was the same-
Her hands and legs.
Was she a twin?
Or maybe a lost one
Who wanted to see her
And follow her,
Mix with the crowd.
And shorten at noon
On the very sight
Of the overhead sun.
Keep going with her.
No, don't stop!
Look when she's looking.
Turn your head to the right
When she does.
Stop when she does.
And dance with her,
You're her concealed partner.
You're in a black dress,
Wait! Are you a stalker?
Maybe a shadow,
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