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a sonnet for sinners

fourteen lines, a thing Iíve 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 dreamerís 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 poetís heart lies buried in the dirt
in time, we learn itís just ourselves we hurt

forbidden love, that glows like stars that shine Ė
if itís a sin, itís only yoursÖ..and mine

Written by JohnFeddeler
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