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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
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
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