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Sonnet I: What I Do

But can it be that I my love shall see?
May I expect a miracle again?
Is finding, once again, my dearest friend,
My Sister-Love, a possibility? 92 more words

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October 20: We're All Mad Here

It’s odd to me that there’s a time of year
When we’re at peace with skeletons on doors,
Where ghouls elicit smiles rather than fear, 79 more words

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Pure Love

This moment of love so long waited for
When all the pain and fear melt into time
A moment when life is simple and pure…

122 more words
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In quelle parole che lodano la donna mia (i)

In all my day-dreams she comes over me
hands, eyes, mouth, smiles-first. Rare is dream sleep
and she, rarer still in that keep of night. 210 more words

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Burning

The Burning

“What? Can the devil speak true?”

We burnt the witch — but, oh, on fire she laughed!
She cursed the prelate and the magistrate. 114 more words

#11 ("My love for Paul is clear and pure. . .")

 

                        My love for Paul is clear and pure—a balm

                        For hurt and catalyst for joy and thrill.

                        He whispers sweetly in my ear, a calm… 100 more words

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