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Sonya’s soliloquy

Judging from the rainbow memo that I once saw,
“A jolly joy to embrace”
At my “ship” to sail in “relation” to intimacy.
But rather,
My inevitable tear that I wear,
At the pallet of my chin,
Cued me of my cursed fortune.
“To be rejected, to be jilted”.

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I am ken by name and I have always lived beside my pen, when I look in my mirror, he stares right back at me, in my sleep i dream of him, in my environment only i see him. He is everywhere i go, then i realized that he is part of me. For a while now we have passed on messages to the world through poetry. I wouldn't want to swap for another instrument because my pen is my friend.

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