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THE MISSING HEART (Sonnet) by Prince of Void

A MISSING HERAT FOLLOWS SWEAT SMELL OF ROSES THE WONDERS SETTLED DOWN IN LAST CHARMING EYES AND NIGHTMARE FELL DOWN IN THE FACE OF SMOOTH SUN THE LOUD VOICES TRON SILKY DREAMS OF SKIES THE BLANK PAPER FACES THE WORDS OF BIRDES AND MINE THE SIMPLE BEAUTY FLEW AND RESTTING ON REYS THE HURTS OF YESTERDAYS WAS LEFT BEHIND FAR BEYS RIDING THE HORSE TO EDIT EAST AND WEST SUN IN DAWN OF MY LOVE

mikejedw 12-Jan-03/9:01 PM
It's six lines too short to be a sonnet. What's with the capitalization?




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