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a study toward sonnet #224 by FisherKingKQJ

I send this message to you, my old mate,
By invisible ink, by signal posture, by word
Unspoken mouthed, as very early seems too late
For telepathic laughs at the absurd.
I've spied you with her, you're undeterred,
Her charm is generic, her manner how do you do,
And from her sweet lips bad things never heard,
You know that I know you secretly woo.
It kills me, but we're alike through and through,
So if she should yield her darkness to reveal
Her flaws, you'd be the first to taste her true,
I'd be the last to see her grow and heal.
Her flirtatious good looks are a dog's ear,
I'm forced to read between lines when you're near.


I'm forced to read between lines when you're near.
I'm forced to read between lines when your close.
I'm forced to read between lines when you're proxy.