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Untitled Shakespearean Sonnet
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Sonnets Torment ebbing through my spirit, broken
It wasn't as bad as when I first woke
Steady confusion my only token
"When will I see the light?", my dry voice broke
Is there another way out of disgrace?
My face contorts inconceivable pain
Realizing I can not escape this place
Hoping my voyage will not be in vain
Remote flares shimmer within my vision
Too far away for me to apprehend
My body aches in instant derision
Vanished with day, madness slowly portends
My purity lost in earth's vile essence
Amaranthine life finds evanescence
5/16/03
