As A Sinner

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My love my dear,

how can I express

the level of my joy

here under duress?

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Sad it is my theme

that permeates it

seems most times

a smile doesn’t fit.

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The haunt the stir,

my soul calls a cry.

Though I try speak

lips now I can’t pry.

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I shall now pursue

only but my word

but used in angst

mine feel absurd.

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For me I’ll pass on

a fire sun lips enter

by a light of moon

to show me sinner.

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