peep not into my private cell with greedy
lust to establish control over my dungeona collection of poems, and prowl
not like a wolf, a dangerous dog, and crawl
not to pounce on me as the wildest cat
when entering this hallowed precincts
take off, then, your footwear and the headgear
and make sure to come, and with me suffer;empty your mind and come into my heart
that sacred struggle to silently feel
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