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To my one and only abode, I now write,With words that flow from my soul’s delight.To my dearest mother, this sonnet I compose,Is an allegory of my unfathomable gratitude, I suppose.Your eternal love, care, and patienceEmbrace my flawed existence.In the tapestry of existence, intricately spun,Your guidance, a thread with grace was spun.You are flawed, you…
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Woe to my soul for trusting a crude foe, An idyllic personage that captivated my ego. I never have thought that someone as innocent as you Was hiding a snake biding for a coup. Truly, in a world full of dishonesty, Befriend with everyone but trust nobody. Because even the person you thought was trust…
A dose of poetry 