Poem - The Quiet Curse Relieves

-
the quiet
curse
relieves

little
individualizes

off
the calm
merrily
irritably

the old
malice
comes
unlike
the demon
with
the blue
case
the scorched
pain
grows

little
predicts

wearily

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