We hide beneath your car window, as you roll it up and lock the doors.
We hide in back seats.
We peer at you from dark branches and behind every corner.
We always move just out of your field of vision.
And yes, we will catch you someday,
That day you finally don't believe we were ever there at all,
That's when we'll strike.
That's when we will come for you too.
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