A book was written
With the blood ink.
It was full of words.
Yet, no one can see.
The pages were empty.
They were hidden,
By some magic
That was holding
Up this curse.
That book was cursed,
Not to be read by anyone.
To let the story be a secret.
Unread and unheard.
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