A sonnet: "Pulled apart at the seams"
After the dusk,darkness swallowed his might
In the vast cosmic sky,he withered life
As if I am being stabbed by a knife
My ears can't hear sighs,but thine will still fight
His words lingered in thoughts; I guess he's right
Even eons passed I'll suffer strife
Seemed to lose the chance of being thou wife
Letting my fate a pitfall song in night
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Heart's reparation can't settled by thy gold
Even succored, thine prisoned love in seal
Ill-fated fortune just played my empire
Winter snows rushed to palm downed in cold
Been trifled for times these tears might reveal
In valiant's verdict to fade passion's fire.
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