3rd: Curse
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If i could unjinx the curse that i am in,
just so i can retrieve myself from being the villain.
Your spellbound continues to prevail,
and captured me in this fairytail.
The words you utter—like a chant makes me weak,
I'm an apprentice waiting for you to speak.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
