Sonnet 17

March 7, 2012
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She did attempt to make thee go away
An the love lost an pain thou created.
Thou left her broken, that is what they say.
He said, she said, as it was related.
A new day blossomed, birds sung songs in dawn.
Her petals expose what not always gone,
Lovely skies brighten, where thy eyes seem drawn.
Her ignorance on truth was like a fawn.
She had no idea thou hurt her just as so.
She had no need to believe what claimed.
A new day could allow fresh start to show,
A past memoir should just be all framed.
An truth be told, she must move on always.
An truth be told, she knew she was okay.

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