a study toward sonnet #1,297 by FisherKingKQJ
25.9.07 (xix)
Alarmed by her unleashed alacrity-
The blazing hot looks she aims at my head,
Which cicatrice might pax me parity,
I weather welts on blindside white and red.
I claim that ying yang primes clarity,
A girl through children grows up equal led;
The beggar-monk, a musing rarity,
At table thirteenth, runt god rarely fed.
Henna tattoos aren't too too upsetting,
When jail face tattoos segue an upfront score-
Amongst the worst, less bad she can adore,
Her spoonfeeding and ballbeaking vetting.
To several severe looks I can turn,
Her dynamic spits do fitfully burn.
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