Sonnet #22

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If I cry out a river of white pain

Will you believe the ache behind your name?

In black and white our lives' a weird chess game

The title of the king, with luck, you gained

The fault in our stars affect your eyes

A battlefield camouflaged in plain sight

I once believed the look-alike of right

But then again the black is white's disguise

I used to hide behind the warm summer

The petals of May colored my plain soul

Just then a cold breeze promised me winter

The fall had skipped to show me evil's all

The cold went on forever and ever

I found myself cornered by a red wall!


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