Sonnets
And all comes to me may I be lucky to be graced by God
My wishes whispered into the ears of man
To sing harmony and dread as I wish
Pretty sonnets imbedded in the subconscious mind
Give me what I please
And I will hold you by a glass shackle for the illusion of freedom is beauty
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