A Romantic Curse

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I imagine a romantic scene.
I’ve tried to forget,
but it’s forever painted in my mind.
I turn my head
to the black velvet sky,
and think of this dreadful curse.
Over time my heart of stone will heal,
slowly, like the tide eroding a beach
grain by grain.
My dreams are dark
and grave thoughts permeate my mind,
like the strong aroma of a crimson rose.
Distress fills my soul
and I boldly conspire how to finally forget.





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