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Behind the veil (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

She came to me with fiery hair and smelled of Innisfree. Lo, had the blankest of cold stares from where her heart should be. Yes, 'tis true, I'd taken her heart and left her breast with none. When time came, we'd rudely part... she went back to Irelands' son.

Caducus 1-Oct-03/1:12 AM
add another 4 lines with the same rhyme as the first 2 , end it with 2 non rhyme lines and you have thee a sonnet !

As a poem - deluxe - the last line kind of crackles not explodes apart from that a dine squirt of ink 8




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