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The Curse



No curse now binds my heart and face
But once I was the sadly damned
Who drifted there from land to land
Who spread my hopeless, thoughtless hate.

While pain is not excuse for cruelty,
It explains those broken desperate thoughts,
And do you see that forgiveness ought,
To be derived from common pain.

The curse had stemmed from darkened hands,
From faded flowers on the couch,
From days I had to live without,
The love I wished to be my own.
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Written on January 14, 2022

Submitted by HermioneHerondale on January 14, 2022

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