What follows is my response to Maureen's fine piece, utilizing the words star love stole tax recollect Burgundy snip twenty mask sparkle
The Stupefied Stalker
I saw you there and followed you while following that star; I had to when I saw your mask and wondered who you are. I felt your love; it stole my heart; I recollect no tax but tasted Burgundy, I think and wished you would relax. I sensed some struggle you were having somewhere deep inside; you started talking to yourself about some things you hide. Though I could only catch a snip from words that happened out: when you were twenty-one or so some surety turned to doubt and purgatory sucked you in. I'll have that fire no more! Yet now you chance to love again and open up that door. I see you taking off your mask; the sparkle in your eyes would match the light of any star that twinkles in the skies. Then suddenly... the mask again. what happened to you there? I didn't have a chance to meet you; now I weep and stare.
© MLee Dickens'son
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