trust
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Sonnet XXVII – formed in space
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
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the wedding lamp
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
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means to an end
trust the poem just to say what it wants.
defying atrophy 