The Curse
Poem
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1 min readJun 3, 2020
It feels so right to be here,
drenched in the lake and sitting by the fire
Can you hear,
the sound of fear?
Dark and calm,
you better close your eyes with your palm
There is itching all over,
It feels so right to be here,
drenched in the lake and sitting by the fire
Can you hear,
the sound of fear?
Dark and calm,
you better close your eyes with your palm
There is itching all over,
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