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The Sonnet Of Oblivia

It is now the beginning of the end,
A finish that I have known for so long.
There is no reason, only rimes which lend
And mend our existence, 'though we are wronged.

The sky is weeping. I do see the tears
And have known the moors; there's no more I need.
Belief comes creeping. Sentence, I do fear.
When the fog there lures, my wounds shall not bleed.

I do fear every mirror, for they,
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