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Sonnet
Cold and unloving is the time I spend,
No face to words, or words to face.
My heart and brain feel only a slight bend,
I practice not what I preach in this race.
Open and close my box of life and death,
I need not a key for the jewel within.
All I feel is a whisper or a breath,
As I commit what others brand a sin.
Killing me slowly inside for nothing,
Except for a wish that will not come true.
Always hurting myself slowly but surely,
There is no end to this eternal preview.
My heart has been stolen by an angel,
One with a smile so sweet, beauty so mesmerizing,
An angel in my dreams.
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