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This curse, this bane,
This wretched seed-
It steels my life,
It makes me bleed.
It grows, it feeds,
Its heart beats strong.
And between each breath,
It sings death’s song.
This fragile thing,
So fierce yet small-
It eats my soul,
Consumes my all.





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