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Just because things can't be found, doesn't mean they've been destroyed, y'know.

Not speaking is the wiser part,

And words are sometimes vain,

But to completely close the heart,

In silence, gives me pain.

This is the poem that almost undid a curse that was placed upon me. There was a ferret spirit many years my senior who I parted ways with on bad terms. Rather unfortunate that as far as anti-magic went, it was too little, too late. If you're reading this, older sister, I can't ever approve of the path you decided to walk. But I like you still.