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Who tells if they'll be able to revive him.
Or supply him with an inactive light.
Or else foster biased goals that correlate.
Then why verse? I'll tell you almost my life.
With my sonnets, I'm here, in your abode.
What I write is my life; it is how I strife.
Yet my greed may have me quit my heaven.
However, the poised soul that will stay.
Since the hypothetical cosmos broaden.
Then I'll bestow you over to my right side.
I'm a poet, and you're who I write for.
No prominent front if you're not beside.
Written: September 11, 2021
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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