Dread

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I dread you
Now.
Dread
Your touch
And the smile
That doesn't
Warm
Me
Anymore.
I dread you
Now,
Your hand
That frightens,
Makes me
Flinch
And hurt me
To
The
Core.
I dread
You
Now,
Your anger
Quicker
Than
The laugher
That
We
Knew.
I dread you
Now,
Dread
The sight
Of all
That
I
No longer
See
In
You..

Danielle.s

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