THE IDEA

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I am terrified of you,

So much so that it makes me sick,

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Not all the time but often,

Often enough to keep me terrified of you

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Not so much in putting you down, that excites me,

but in picking you back up

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Not so much in making you real, giving you flesh

That is not why you scare me

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It's that I saw you yesterday and did not like you today,

And though you are new today I may not like you tomorrow

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And because rarely do I like you, you terify me

But one day, maybe...