Virtues spell
My eyes avoid meeting your tongue,
For they abhor the sight of enchanted lung.
My breaths’ casted in hell,
Where I respire amongst broken bells,
My heartbeat enclosed in an abandoned cell.
All to prevent being stung by virtue shunned cause of cursed spell.
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