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I am terrified of you,

So much so that it makes me sick,

Not all the time but often,

Often enough to keep me terrified of you

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

but in picking you back up

Not so much in making you real, giving you flesh

That is not why you scare me

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

And because rarely do I like you, you terify me

But one day, maybe...

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