first sonnet I ever wrote.

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Regret of what I am longing to say
for truth has come but is not obscene
that goddess to whose patience I pray
that I will be tolerated on screen

I mean not to be strange or weird
but instead a friend in who you trust
as every message is sent in fear
and crippled by a deceitful lust

that you may aspire to appointed height
and find yourself safe, as you deserve
and be guided by your natural light
natural anarchy from which I learn

pity is grateful to wander as free
where freedom is grateful simply to be

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