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This poem was inspired by an intoxicating relationship than nearly drove me to irrationality. In my blindness, I loved this man, but my soul was crying out in pain, of which oozed through in this poem. Without my knoweldge, my pen had created a sonnet, in perfect rhythm and meter. Form was begging to return, and though it took months to acknowledge it, form was the victor.