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I know why Poe,
Penned the sad from his soul,
And Dickinson’s words bring weeping,
At love she lost,
Yet where’s the sun in my sonnets penned,
In my love do I glory,
Or just write hearts breaking thread,
Yet for once I wish to write,
My heart’s happy end.
About the Creator
Maili Paul
I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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