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Sonnet 8: Sometimes when I laugh it hides me inside
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Sometimes when I laugh it hides me inside,
Where tumbled thoughts float crisply like dawn air.
Where verbs are mangled and deeply reside,
To claim clinging way of pretended care .
Sometimes when I tremble my open soul,
It floats like anchor lost in solid drain.
Growth of endless and disastrous roles,
Replacing truth with banners of refrains.
Why sit when one can always proudly stand?
Why defeat when gain is a word away?
Best to live a in dreamless pretend land,
Where every one thought is likely to sway.
I defend my purpose being undone,
With every shaking mile I quickly run.
