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sonnet 2 |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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I have been reckless in my write words What written expression can ne’er be timed? All will be weakened and dead from the scourge All love, all hate, all earthly endeavors Fall to the floor, to all rules this applies Perhaps in the endless there’s no nevers Both time and her child can die just like me No one will see it, as dogs die alone And with it the mems confused to mislead Finite as flowers yet last long as gold No matter the words I write into stone The letters must fade for all must grow old If this be true and all subject to death Then these words are beworthed no single breath |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh my time to seek sonnet 1 |
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