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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in turning a phrase on my tongue

#4

searching the void of emotion
Days have passed, the sun is setting
but hate, that sweet delight, so soft
so fetching
fills me more with warmth than you

The nights are coming, the moon is too
and hate, that treat so right, aloft
ringing true
fills me more with life than you

Days have passed, the sun is setting
dear hate, that holy right so soft
so fetching
fills me more with warmth than you.
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