Sonnet #17

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A distance forces love so strong to fade

I morn for ones who live with nothing left.

Forgotten words I failed to ever say,

found hoping thoughts the river's something best.

Deep down inside there's fear for ending life,

consider mine as wretched when I'm old.

And leave the chorused voices all behind.

My choices leave me shamed to make a fold.

The love that wants me pushed my sorrow out

inside the chest, the rusted key is lost.

Rejoice so loudly when at last it's found

through air we're slipping when the lines are crossed.

    Around me grabbing for a peace unknown

    'til breathless takes my weeping withered bones.

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