a study toward sonnet #1,266 by FisherKingKQJ
Last month I've got to feeling mighty sad-
Far more than cheered; and chillingly afraid
To say what I think, stressed out, worried mad,
My true self is allowed the tiniest trade.
His sparking eyes still lovingly outlayed
Brush my nape, tickle on my brow one tad
From way across the room, my aura weighed,
Its photons biased, then tallied, no fading fad.
He called me by another girl's nick name,
Said goodbye cousin, don't forget your kit,
At sudden sight of me they slowly split,
He knew I loved him that bit more caught lame.
If he's away more, how can I wiggle free,
How can he beam that he loves me as me?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 free
o $10,000,000 loose
o $10,000,000 random
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