Sonnet Author:	Tyler J. Mauthe, Canada
Poem	HATEFUL LOVE
	Falling softly from your grasp Your sweet taste still lingers your heart's steel on mine does rasp Worked by your thin red fingers With heat of brimstone and, In agony, we're forged as one I now inhabbit a darkened land, I never get to see the sun And while you flutter above my ground, Forgetting forged we've been, I drag beneath, without a sound Flailing, largely unseen And though may black be your soul Without it's light, am I unwhole

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