The curse #poem

 

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a witch over my cradle had leaned
her terrible curse she then gave me
all I touch will die well refrigerated
and so for years then i was fighting
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against this power never by me solicited
over time I learned to control it well
unlike the witch me I had used it well
with it so many people I was helping
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now i’m old and i’m going to be dying
and for my misfortune I finally realized
that a trip to the past I will be executing
to save them because the witch will be me
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