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Forgone into the nether realms of grief with piths embalming loves' corrosive drear. Bemused; for worldly plush negates relief, If woes be - known; how differed earths veneer? Verdure would tinge a molten shade of lime the oaks will mourn their leaves, and cease the Spring's with wilting plumes adrift the songbirds prime and dimmed the sun as dark as lovelorn brings. For pebbled hues of grey will shroud the skies and cursive lacquer; etch this sickly mold, the winds will howl forebodes of vows and lies, no more shall grace nurture upon this wold. This suffered love cascades and dwells as deep if even touched by Gods - would thunder weep.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Even Thunder (Sonnet)
Forgone into the nether realms of grief with piths embalming loves' corrosive drear. Bemused; for worldly plush negates relief, If woes be - known; how differed earths veneer? Verdure would tinge a molten shade of lime the oaks will mourn their leaves, and cease the Spring's with wilting plumes adrift the songbirds prime and dimmed the sun as dark as lovelorn brings. For pebbled hues of grey will shroud the skies and cursive lacquer; etch this sickly mold, the winds will howl forebodes of vows and lies, no more shall grace nurture upon this wold. This suffered love cascades and dwells as deep if even touched by Gods - would thunder weep.
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37/M/Australia
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
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