I write out
what I am afraid
to say.
To describe
what I see
when I look upon thee.
For I cast my eyes
in your direction
only to see a shiver
climb down your spine.
I do not believe
it to be winter's hand.
But rather
my own hideous
appearance and oversize
eyes
that turn you away
and make you shiver
in disgust.
So none the less
I must confess
that you have nothing
to fear from me.
For
I shall not
pursue thee.
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