I found the fortune teller in the cellar.
Tarot cards all arranged.
Still somehow seems strange.
The magic spell dispursed an illusion of hell.
I felt worse when I found out it really a curse.
Excelled & propelled through solid cells.
I collapsed & fell.
What the hell?
They took the money from the purse.
Would the hex somehow reverse?
Memories of light green images unfold.
I was little & cold.
At birth I could've died from an incompetent nurse.
Justice is so diverse.
As she recalled in her crystal ball.
Horoscopes & palm readings.
For spiritual healing.
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