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INCOMPLETE SONNETS

107: All That Entertains 
Pork does entertain your soul and beef
My soul, while neither entertains the soul
Of theirs

109: The Curse
112: What Bothers Death 
113: Pain 2
114: Roars Of Win
115: Romance With Death 
116: Dream 
117: Pleasure 
118: The Storm
119: Return Of Birds
120: Body 
122: Fear
123: Mortal Tears
124: Tears Return
126: The Stoic
127: Blues Of Life 
128: Beauty Of Being 
130: Acid
131: The Immortal 
132: My Friend's Death 
133: A Child Of ME
134: I Shall Not Live
136: Nature
137: Death
138: Death Will 
145: The Cannibal Soil
149: The Tongue 
150: Being Selfish 
151: Fortune
153: What Is Yours? 
154: My Life Is Going
155: Soul 
156: Yet To Be Free 
164: Memories 
165: When I Am Dead 
170: Happiness 
174: Realities 
179: Beauty Fades Not 
184: Live Your Life 
187:  Wants 
190: Subjection 
197: The Curse 
198: The Habitat 


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