She’s cursed me,
This mind of mine,
And now we’re creeping through nightmares
Once again.
I used to dream of gold in my bed at night,
But now I just follow her down.
She’s Cursed Me
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She’s cursed me,
This mind of mine,
And now we’re creeping through nightmares
Once again.
I used to dream of gold in my bed at night,
But now I just follow her down.
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This is a poem that left me wishing it were longer.
(In a good way!)
Very nice.
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Thank you!! 🙂
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