a study toward sonnet #1,107 by FisherKingKQJ
They're funnelling me into feeling things
About my squeeze, bid me be engrossed,
I play the family and friend great toast,
Though I should write him off as fling of flings.
Him everyone loves, his praises sings,
Describes us matched so well by heaven's host-
I sacrifice broad feelings with my boast
Of selective cool times, to which he clings.
So, when I wake up to him each morning
I feel plain lonely, lurch on my inside,
I pitch house rule proper, hide my yawning,
Since lying with him awake I've also lied.
Moving midst two billion other faces,
Is the One for him - how to trade places?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 faces
o $10,000,000 miens
o $10,000,000 visages
[Autoucbe3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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