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a sonnet for sinners
fourteen lines, a thing I’ve never done
conscript a thought, and bind it to a rhyme
kidnap a heart, and take it on the run
a stolen kiss may never be sublime
un mort. so like the purpose of a gun
when sex is sin, and love a mortal crime
a bliss of thorns is but a dreamer’s fight
secret lovers, clandestine in the night
our names, a shame that we must not reveal
a sordid passion, we are doomed to feel
a poet’s heart lies buried in the dirt
in time, we learn it’s just ourselves we hurt
forbidden love, that glows like stars that shine –
if it’s a sin, it’s only yours…..and mine
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