Once upon a curse

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The fibres of my being,
my very soul aches
with desires expression.
There is this gift, a curse
upon the life of loves.
This one leaves me,
this one stays.
this one argues,
this one plays.
this one faithful,
this one strays.
Filled tip aching with expression,
Burn a hole in this page.
my life held meaning
once upon a time,
murder, she wrote.

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