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this sonnet was written january 18th, 2011, but who is it for?

below your soft and gently wrinkled brow
the tears begin to burn your weary eyes
such sadness i shall subtly disavow
the hands that caused you pain, they were not mine
oh how i wish that i could hold your hand
and comfort softly, listen to the rain
your tears will stain my heart, just like a brand
please let me take away all of your pain
oh, how you struck me hard that dreadful night
you left me with a hurt and broken wing
i felt like i had taken on a plight
you meant it not, but still i felt a sting
and yet you left me here without a doubt
you’re beautiful inside as well as out

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