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I’m so frighten.
And I know not why.
It must be this seeming anticipation.
This is unrelenting excitement that ceases to pass me by.
Constantly I’m waiting.
Will you find me here or should I go forth?
I’m consistent in this feeling.
I know not better that I may feel.
I am wrapped up around you.
You steal my every thought.
You are the plenty of my desire.
Seeking you, the refuge, I may find.
