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"Curse"
A window slammed shut.
A clattering sound from somewhere else.
Dragging feet bring me to where you stand.
I raise my cursed hands up to your waist to rest.
Your warm body is pressed against mine.
Banging is silent to those inside.
My ailments, my curse, dissipating with one look from you.
Nothing can intrude on our perfect world.
My home is where you are.
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