Something

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By Allison Claire

Something evil something dark Something horrid that leaves a mark Something that turns white to black Something that everyone receives back Something that will bring out the absolute worst Something small but something cursed Something best left untouched but also unrehearsed Something with love but never a first It's something brought upon by attention seeking thirst It's an ordinary thing, but it is truly cursed.

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