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The Last Dark Sonnet (#5) (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

This is the last dark sonnet I shall write 
Your lips aren't worthy of my pen's kisses
I am sick of whining about our misses
I reject your darkness for true light 

Am I but Shakespeare's lover jaded? 
He left words for me to give to you 
But quite frankly, I'd rather you eat glue 
Keeping your mouth of lies shut, you faded

I turn my pen to a life more fruitful yielded
This is the last dark sonnet I shall write
Trust me, you don't want my words to fight 
My heart will laugh at you as it's shielded

I bid you adieu, old love, lost to the winded
My mind stands strong and forever mended 


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