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I go incircles for the clock is in twelve
Abusing the moments Yea! my time pendant
Thus,restraining your blemish the prudence to blot

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The sweet sweet lullabies, and the soothing words in shelves
Keep echoing my heart,how susceptible its to the rots
I made you my queen so you took me for a treasured-peasant

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You plagued me your freights
And left me in the dark,passions drunk in passions,its was all lust
When I fell flat to your vintage-wine dust
So day after day,and night after night,you rouse me to blate
The thousand tempest tears
That noveled the stories the wretch fear-ed
But,though I'm lost in lust, and of no home
You mean everything to me,so I shall still search,for you,my throne






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○Historian E●Lexano○

It's a sonnet...14 lines
Divided into six lines○sextave
And 8 lines ○octave

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Against the rules
            We
Fought but tirelessly
Harrowing the sanctuaries
That gold our passions

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Against the rules
           We
Fought arrogantly and carelessly
And wore gallantly pride with fashion

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Against the rules
            Our
World was a war
And our hearts,a battlefield
Adorned with stardust of endless fantasies
The only sense that we fee led

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Against the rules
              We
Stood on the edges of our love
With unrestrained actions,a glove
And predilections fold

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Against the rules
             We
Bruised our love,a thousand times,and many
So pathetic,domiciled in the fouling
It left us penny

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Against the rules
            We
Kept still in shelves
Gild with paranoia
And wither optimism ourselves


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Against the rules
                We
Failed our love
Brim fully with the tests
And staunch childishly
Waiting for who to make amends first


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Against the rules
                I
Carved myself in this cages of poetry
And branded exquisitely with the oratory
That reawaken but to quench
Your rebellious memories in me

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Against the rules
                  We
Hid diamonds in shadows
And fooled our love a place to lay abode



Against the rules

©Historian E.Lexano


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It's 3am I'm still up.
The moon is out and the stars are shinning.
We just now stopped texting, we have been talking all day.
When you said you needed sleep, I told you I will miss you.
I said good night sleep well.
You called me sweetheart and babe tonight, yes I noticed.
I feel high you made me *** 2 times.
I'm listening to music now and writing to you in the hope I wont miss you so much.
When will we talk again? Hopefully soon.