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a crumpled sheet of paper
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|  ID?Use this ID to Wish for the item | Sonnet 
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|  Book ID  | @EskhindSonnetBook 
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a crumpled sheet of paper
This sheet of brinestalk-pulp paper is covered in a shaky ink scrawl. It looks like it's been crumpled and uncrumpled many times.
 Perfect
a crumpled sheet of paper is a non markov generated book but contains a sonnet with lines that are randomly chosen.
Contents
This is the default specified in Books.cs:
When all four limbs of mine do long to run
and I can feel my walls are closing in
When weary mind cannot conceive of fun
and Hindriarch says all I do is sin
But then your sparring axeblade parts the air
and so my heart ascends the spindle's height
So when you run your fingers through your hair
That's when I know that everything's all right
What need have we for tended fields of lah?
Our parents will not ease us when we hurt
What do we gain from felling trees by saw?
Our village shall not to the past revert.
But in the end, my feet are bound to roam
and so I go, but leave my heart at home.
 
Generation
The sonnet is generated by choosing 7 groups of lines from a list1-7. The sonnet will first use the first half of the line, and then will use the second half of the line one line after the next to complete the rhyme and make a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
Lists
List1
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all four limbs of mine do long to runweary mind cannot conceive of fun
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I can feel my walls are closing inHindriarch says all I do is sin
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evil thoughts accost my blackened soulsplitting head feels much more like a hole
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spitting anger boils up in my bloodhardened heart despises all of Qud
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my mind does all grievances rehashHindriarch treats kendren like they're trash
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this cruel world does bring me sad and lowthere's a line I clearly cannot tow
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List2
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your sparring axeblade parts the airyou run your fingers through your hair
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you look at me with those sweet eyesyou're close enough to tantalize
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you stand, resplendent and refinedI think perhaps you could be mine
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your armor glints under the sunour hearts both beat in time as one
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you take my hand, yours rough but warmmy eyes, unbidden, trace your form
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List3
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my heart ascends the spindle's heightI know that everything's all right
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a happy smile comes to my faceI think that I might find my place
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I feel the gentle warmth of loveI hope that we could be enough
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I feel a tingle on my skinmy heart scarce knows where to begin
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my breath comes, like my heart, too quickI see you and become lovesick
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List4
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tended fields of lahfelling trees by saw
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eating in a yurtfarming 'til we hurt
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stripping watervineclaiming to be fine
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putting safety firstplanning for the worst
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gath'ring morning dewfearing what is new
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List5
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ease us when we hurtto the past revert
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treat us like their ownmelt their hearts of stone
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let me be myselflook out for our health
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see that life needs loveever be enough
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offer me your handever understand
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List6
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However can I tell my aching heartthat our remaining years will be apart?
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Although I may succumb to nature's fang,my heart needs more than one square parasang.
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But I must leave you if you won't concedethat death will find me should I stay unfreed.
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Now knowing I must go and you must stayit makes my tender heartstrings start to fray.
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To know I cannot stay, and you can't leaveI'm left with no recourse except to grieve.
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List7
List7 is just another randomly chosen list from #List6 that was not already chosen before.