A sonnet writ for me.
Pen to me a lovely write.
Oh, tell me of your favor!
Whisper words onto a page
Of how my lips you'd savor...
Tickle Fate and chance my glance;
I do hope I will see-
Phrases bled to make me weak:
A sonnet writ for me.
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Sock it to me.
poem by Kyle S. Hamp
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