SONNET
A little tiny poem
leaves us all alone
now that you're not here
dont ever come home
my cruelty only comes
from death's elaborate tombs
i talked to all your friends
talked to them one by one
they all agreed you are
a handsome child of nature
if so come here
as quickly as you can
if not I will unbraid
all the poems you said you made
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