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