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Dread

Looking down  
from the corner  
of a near dark
abandoned room  
two people  
and a wooden chair  
one tied  
trembling in fear  
the other  
chuckling  
caressing  a blade  
confused I am  
a feeling of dread  
for I know  
one is me  
but I don't know  

which  is which
Written by drone
Published | Edited 15th May 2019
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