a study toward sonnet #1,058 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm still not sure why you're so disgusted,
By sight of me, when I'm contrary rapt
In wondrous you, and my day dreams are apt
Pose a bias on you, some mistrusted.
My cold fingers which in past secret lusted
Hit ribs above my heart, and anxiously tapped,
Massaged soul bound angina, ether mapped,
Freefloat mojo cancer thorough busted.
I cry tears inside which flood black respite,
Your lips kiss me germs, libel won't concoct,
Draw from bland organs that commixed unite
In venomous discord, contrived well stocked.
So far that you talk, you don't hate or loathe,
Lovesick me suffer, and yet won't betroth.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 loathe
o $10,000,000 carry
o $10,000,000 resent
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