Account of a cursed life.

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A kiss of chaos

My life is

Constant curse certainly

Damnation no more surprising

A smirk on devil's lips is

The prophecy of my misfortune


I dream of changing myself

For a new element is nothing

But the change in negativity

Alas! My pursuit of morphing

Fades like a cheap coating.

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