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sonnet 15 |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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I wait long hours playing lovers games Yet when love comes I abstain, I abstain So is my love in one English circle I the ever-lonely lovelorn worker Shall survive the isle where some men go A secluded land where I live alone To never hear, feel, see and never sleep With loves or lovers in my bed with me So shall be my life so low consisting A blue that nears the solid dark of black I so do feel such a mood persisting That wishes fill my old dry nation sack So lack of loves in days do break me down So too is why I love that bluesy sound |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"A blue that nears the solid dark of black" love that^ So lack of loves in days do break me down So too is why I love that bluesy sound nicely done... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
themute Enjoyed the read. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
such a heavy sadness in this  |
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