By Damien Knight
How can one not expect to feel as deep as I
Talking near every day yet you seem so shy
Is it your face true in my deepest dreams
If not careful I unravel at the seams
Plead lady that you forget my kindness
There is not such thing as eternal bliss
At least not for this king of misery
Who leads a life none would envy
I close my eyes to eyes like cinnamon
Oh Sora this Raven needs forgiven
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