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a study toward sonnet #124 by FisherKingKQJ

I trailed her from the room, I yearned to ask
Her more concerning his defacto, but not
Yet right to. The blush on my face as if a mask
Chafed me. He twisted swiftly round. My lot
It was to secretly love him, yet in earshot;
He'd trailed off slagging my links to Robert.
Ensuing my cutting, quick retort, I lost the plot
All the way back to my place, to avert
His weak excuse. I marched, enraged and hurt
Into the bathroom whacking its door shut.
How dare he speculate me being this flirt,
A consort of womaniser Robert, some slut?
His achilles heel stamped groundless gossip!
He would look perfect when watching his lip!

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His achilles heel stamped groundless gossip!
His achilles heel stamped groundless chitchat!
His achilles heel stamped groundless tattle!