Curse


Curse

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Beautifully broken, is the beast within
Shards of the lifeless, lie scattered
Forbidden deeds, pestered no trouble
A touch of benevolence, stranded the life

Built the fortress, dense with delight
Lavish with radiance, indeed was the sight
Advent of the disguised, I stood heedless
Vanquished bits, then discerned did my senses 

Ruled by numbness, wide across the soul
Merely suffocated, by the worse of provisions
Deprived of emotions, unabashed I stood 
Graciously cursing, before the mirror I stood    

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