Purpose
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bleak sufficient
Enough. Fall down!
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Sonnet XIV – Close to the Wind
a proud sight beheld, from stern to the prow.
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life of crime
When I wrote It didn’t fit
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Opting In – #SoCS
I still didn’t read those pages of tiny font explaining my terms of acceptance…
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for what will be
Choose today to consider “why” we are blessed.
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The Perfect Fit
My clothing covered my body just fine
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never enough
straight from the Tempter’s oven
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not dead yet.
Do they ever stop breathing?
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Echoes
what will it be when we listen?
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malcontent
buying your love is the end I’m afraid of.
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Sonnet XII – the dying of the light
Perhaps it’s in the dimming gloam we’re best.
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love on the web
If we’re lucky in the end, there’s some joy when hitting “send”.
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know-nothing
it’s heavier than it looks.
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mocked by numbers
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
