So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Looking deeply into his wide-open eyes
Exposing everything to her well-schooled probing stare
Noting hidden secrets and flaws
Such was the life of an ophthalmologist
Silicon beds abound with bivalves
Hidden under a blanket of warm tropical water
Every wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights
Letting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea
Life might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large!
May your true self always be hidden from prying eyes
As you go about your daily life
Simplifies things like emotional attachments
Keeping everyone distant and you, safe.
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Double the trouble was not what Marcus wanted
Usually, he tried to avoid fighting when time traveling
As it didn’t really prove anything in his world
Looking at the two thugs with their swords drawn he knew he didn’t have a choice
Watching his foes split apart, he hesitated drawing his weapons
If he played his hand too quickly he would lose his only surprise
Everything would come down to timing
Lazily he took a small step back
Daring his attackers to press their perceived advantage
It must have been too good a temptation
Now they charged him. He pulled out twin pistols from where they were hidden
Going to be tough to explain the bodies, but better them than him
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Inside the note, it commanded Mike to kill another person
This time a man located the next city over
Given that he knew this person already
Everything should be easier than that woman, Penny
That being said, Mike didn’t want to cross that line again
So he went back to his computer
Whipping out the videos of his house from his hidden cams
Observing anyone who came close to his place
Realizing someone with a red umbrella
Slipped it into his mail slot
Even smiled at his hidden camera as she waved at it
Silent repentance was her way of focusing on her sins
After a night that will live in her memory for the rest of her life
Certainly she would never tell another soul what had happened
Really she wished she could just lie to herself that it never happened
It shouldn’t have happened
Fantasies were supposed to play out in the imagination
In time they would evaporate under the harsh light of reality
Currently that harsh light just exposed what she had done
Everyone should be able to see it, that’s why she gave up so much to keep it hidden
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