My heart is a bomb.
I’m ticking away at life, soon to detonate in his hands.
Down with the damages,
the spectacle, this is divine destruction.
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September sings a sonnet
To a May Queen in a Forest
She's fallen from her kingdom
Raped in perfect season
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There's no other phrase to describe her.
You say it fits her perfectly.
You called her Sunlight Incarnate
But where does that leave me?
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