# The Curse #

fog thickens blurs casting doubt on liquid thought spread thin on winds of haste circling sleeping curse - while sun shines beyond - nil attainment stalled on whim whirls in maelstrom's captive cold spawning ill will fed by guilt shame's icy tongue curls - while sun shines beyond - spreading gifts unfelt waiting to be held lest frigid clouds shroud golden smile

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