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Dark Sonnet #3 (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

These chains and whips hurt
Where has my sanity gone?
I'm sitting here eating your dirt
Hoping that it will soon be dawn 

This sonnet is third in my misery 
You don't even care about us 
Oh, how love has become dreary
Humiliation seeping out like puss

You bit off my hand as I fed you 
 I hunger and thirst for any love 
Because you ate my cake too
Our love has become sour love

The bondage of my soul to yours 
Has me down praying on all fours 

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