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Design or dice ? Still Nature antics plays,
Enigma existential, - all decays.
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God said, all you angels will now bow down
In reverence to my most choicely deed.
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I'll speak to all who'll here about the news
I know which plays are on and which to see
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I dont wanna write a sonnet,
I have to do it for school,
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What a quick Juliet to run.
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Autumn sunbeams light on forest track
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The spiral staircase leading down to dreams ~
Or is it up if there be “up” at all ~
Defines its own dimensions’ rise and fall,
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Oh Oh! The full moon is almost full bloom.
I know what that means. Get the straitjacket.
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Through complacency, walls became a fence,
darkness leaps at me, I had no defense.
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Nature’s prime directive is to fit in
Blend, then the one picked-off may not be you.
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You're right, we haven't talked in quite a while. Do tell me though, if I remember right;
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My passion is to write modern sonnets
Yes, I said modern not traditional.
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To breathe in love the silent air
that carries dreams of night's despair;
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Nature knows no aberration
Only balance, evolution
Allowing life anticipation
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All of us are born ignorant and some
Of us remain that way I’m sad to say.
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PUT INTO LETTERED LINES OUR WORDS EACH DAY,
INTO a mode whose code Love understands,
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The gentle sigh you breathed inside my lips Has told me all I need to know today
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Serenity stems from no outward show,
depends on light within to prosper, glow
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Eternally your star’s my heaven, thrall,
Clear conscience lauds, applauds love’s conscious, call
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So sad the eyes that stare back at my own
And yet your flesh was sweet on which to dine
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Snow cones in summer melt so fast
no matter how we wish they would last.
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Your lips are like a bleak midwinter storm Spilling frosty promises, icy lies
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