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Sonnet #86


Everything is not broken,

things will get better.

The most painful words aren’t spoken,

they’re torn up and thrown away in unfinished letters.

One day I’ll grow the balls

to say what I always wanted to say.

There’s pictures forming on these empty walls,

my nights have become my day.

The moon has become my sun

as bright as dark can be.

I’m day dreaming that every girl is the one,

soon what I see will actually be what I see.

I’m covered in rain, the drops are cold.

A wise man told me love is bold.

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