a study toward sonnet #863 by FisherKingKQJ
Some colours are designed to draw one in,
Same colors are resigned to force one out,
My love, you've been in either neither bin,
Young, old, they both evaporated drought.
Stale nectar or off pollen gives us clout,
Such ambiguity is posed by flowers fed,
Some wasp by cider is changed into lout,
Some honey bee by wine is turned into dread.
The honey bee in wax its own well bred,
The wasp in paper its own swell nested.
Between those two inspiration light shed,
Our bookmatches so bound, so attested.
My sweet, you dwell mawkishly on gloom,
And yet you're still my only sugared bloom.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 gloom
o $100,000 murk
o $100,000 shadow
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