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SONNET IV – Her

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Pale skin until on her cheeks appeared a faint blush
Dark hair, bright mind, a sweet goodnight
Sleepy mornings, her thinking I was her shining knight
She would never let herself get affected by her crush

Doe eyes containing galaxies
The colour of black holes, those who cried so much
To her, leading people on was common touch
She doesn’t even know that she’s a painful fatality

Apex predator, dangerous right to the bone
Merciless look, shoulders back; long may she reign
Concrete walls protecting my girl who is always alone

Heavy heart, one that has known already too much pain
This is the person who makes me feel at home
Trapped by herself, trapped by the world; forever on a chain

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