Nov 08, 04
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Had fire, or even the sun shone as bright;
All would turn to dust and settle anew. When the time your body rests without light My thoughts would wish to rest with you. In you there lies the grace of an angel, Though you are just as gentle and refined; No angel would weave such a charming spell For you have robbed me, robbed me of my mind. Shall I think; these thoughts would crash into me As the tides that come and sweep me away. Like some helpless fool lost into the sea with no clue where to go or what to say. but what I feel when you are with me here is that all that which is me, is sincere - Me Last edited by sungoo; Nov 11, 04 at 07:07 AM. 
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Nov 08, 04
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hello steve
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Nov 09, 04
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that was beautiful.
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Nov 12, 04
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Quote:
first stanza is missing a few syllables, not to mention the entire poem fails to fall into iambic pentameters. Originally it was called Sonnet 2, but it's not a true Sonnet so currently it is untitled.
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Nov 12, 04
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^^ lay off the crack :)
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