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Found Poetry 129
his eyes burn against the forests admiring his possession-to-be I want a desert so I can set up shop whole forests vanish'd and silent for this wretched king-no-brain
This poem was created from William Shakespeare's collected sonnets. Click here to see a book by Shakespeare.
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