You can see me

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As if obsessively trained to scan
Compulsively acting to inspect
Her beady eyes, were no more
The usual receptors
Merely serving to visualize
She constantly searched
Her head involuntarily turned
An intrusive lens, you see
Can be installed anywhere
Warned about web cams
Skilfully performing the famous thumb test
Miles away, vivid images are seen
Through secretively kept satellites
Intercepted conversations
Recorded messages
From words to movements
Everything sells
Yes
Slaps
Maps
Sex
Anything sells

Cell phones I can fight
Hidden cameras I can sight
But what about those pictures
That are taken from above the sky

Perplexed for days,
She carefully weighed
A fearful life or a feared end
Can cameras peek through layers of sand?

She immediately shot herself

Damn

Wait

"oh great now all the videos are being played."

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