Sonnet 30
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Willy `•.
“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought…
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought…”
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Gin Blossoms >¡<
“My fear pretend… that I’ll never be in love again… It’s real to me.. but not like these fools… and not like this scene”
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Me ’.,°~
i don’t break loud—
quiet knees down—
soundproof tears—
’til i meet ground.
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until i fall away
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Job 16:20 (KJV)
“My friends scorn me…
but mine eye poureth out tears unto God…”© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 