Sonnet Y
Purgatory
Dough the tides of lane
Sea lied on the beezle crane
Oh, unreturned loved
A season twitted onto a calve
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Watered thy wings
How purgatory limb on the kings?
Will I’ll be in City of Clean?
What if, love still unreturned
Let’s love again!
But eyed blinded on the glenned
Dreaming of loving not hating
To pour thy roots of uncleaned