Sonnet 99, Like I Always Knew...
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Peter S. Quinn
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Like I always knew that your heart could bleed,
I knew of bitter taste that life could give,
But never for a mercy did I plead,
For nothing as experience can relive.
Emotion from a heart is an entrust
That resolves from the roots to its own,
You can not mend it to your will or adjust,
For feelings before that, are all out flown.
Even time won't heal the most harmful word
That is spoken hasty in angry desire,
For into soul it wounds, as flesh from spurred
And kindles up a hate, like that of fire.
Life bargains only for what it is paying,
No matter what one effort are or saying.
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