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Feb 2019
Dare I compare thee to a summers day...
As reminiscent works of times long past?
A lily in a vase long spent decays.
The wine of love deserves a pristine cask.
Who, with wide eyed wonder, wants old words cast?
You are worth a diamond; not a bouquet.

Fair is fair I say. That, she may have been.
With slow and silver words he did imbue...
But when you read his sonnet you see him,
And when the world sees mine they'll think of you.
The most beautiful in the world; It's true.
Said once by legends; Now to you, again.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Chase Parrish
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Chase Parrish  21/M/United States of America
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