Sonnet Y

Purgatory

Dough the tides of lane

Sea lied on the beezle crane

Oh, unreturned loved

A season twitted onto a calve

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Watered thy wings

How purgatory limb on the kings?

Will I’ll be in City of Clean?

What if, love still unreturned

Let’s love again!

But eyed blinded on the glenned

Dreaming of loving not hating

To pour thy roots of uncleaned