30.11.23
The curse went thus:
For every person that truly loves me
A strand of my hair goes gray
When the last of it gives way
The doors of death to me appear
It's been over a thousand years
Still a brunette with a handful grays
~RC
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Poetry365 days of poetry A/N This is a continuation because Wattpad has a 200 chapter limit on books and the year has 365 days.
