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Tori Sep 2018
Looking at you makes me sick, nay, revolted.
Peering in your eyes, I receive a sharp jolt and
Shivers course through me, my wits are abandoned,
I cringe and I writhe and I don't understand
why my good sense packs up and bids me adieu,

It is to my great horror that I've started to love you.

— The End —