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Thy self became curiouser and curiouser,
Many say to keep swimming and do not waver,
Still ignoring the fatal Cassandra,
Whilst looking for my Waterloo.
'Twas the moment I shook,
And wanted to forsook,
The moment thy opened Pandora's box.
As quixotic it may be,
'Twas my music and thy tee,
Despite being my Achilles heel,
Thy could feel my heart in zeal,
Later, maybe or never heal.
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"The literary theme of this poem is to warn people about the troubles and consequences if we include and succumb ourselves to our curiosity which may even cause us harm and will just be guilty of disobeying our inner conscience which helps us determine things that is the one which warns us about the dangers we might be in."
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Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
