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6/8/23

I burn past envy
like a beggar with ink
finding its taste sweet
not sure it is not what we eat
a reason to breathe
to move the fading feet
I composed a style to win you
words found their way in you
soundless they speak

This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.

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