a study toward sonnet #1,072 by FisherKingKQJ
Our love seems evermore in limbo trapped,
It's shaping neither as improved nor worse,
Twelfth chapter end my life shutting terse
With bad luck, dupes and calamities mapped.
Time our so segregated imps were zapped
As love with sex should be a joyful curse;
I've peeped mine in my soul's coagulant bourse,
If we work tandem, they'll bias merely apt.
All plans and friendships that did come to grief
Weigh me down, for my salvages I weep,
I'm weak and can't be your heartbreaks relief,
My homilies well worn and en masse cheap.
Though few have struck the jackpot on first go,
My childish self still craves to claim you so.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 go
o $10,000,000 attempt
o $10,000,000 shot
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