Lee-Ann Azzopardi

August 20, 1970- Detroit
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Sonnet for You

I sigh a little more
With each passing day
Yr disappearence shook me to the core
Now, I sit here near the bay
As tears are released
Without yr love, life's a beast
In a moment, it was lust
that made my hear to rust
I sigh a little less
For I am at my best
Each passing day
Yr memory is becoming decay
And I will laugh at the day
To yr dismay
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