Friday, May 1, 2026

Suddenly spring and 

everything is open... 

for discussion. 

You let me be brazen. 

Say what in a sonnet. 

Lover. 

Am I not your innovation? 

What say of my impatience? 

Sudden spring and there's 

a bloom on things. 

Take my side come on dawn. 

Dew so viscous stick to me. 

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