Waking up from a century old curse,
Looking askance at the retreating silence,
In thawing jaws I munch
Let out a maddening guffaw;

All these years, the interred little smile-
The prisoner of despair-you begged,
Was convalescing,
Preying on my sanity;

Silence was abuzz in conspiracies,
Around my fragility, eyes danced
Memories were blindfolded,
With no promise of a surprise;

Then this cacoethes struck.

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