Cursed

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    Inspiration: Another from my days of vampire obsession.

    Written in NY

    Cursed

     Woe me
    Poor missery
    I fall,
    Revengefull of us all.
    Cursed by the very song
    That brought you here, made you belong.
    Bloody tears drip down my face.
    Where is it, my saving grace
    Everyday another race,
    Nearing the fate that I must face.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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