a study toward sonnet #1,385 by FisherKingKQJ
(liv)
I've been intrigued by tricks that yet ring true,
Aligned with blindspots, built in shifting eyes;
In adult make-believe I make surmise
That you're much better fit with who knows who.
You seek a fellow soul, I'm plug in lieu,
I grab your gaze, in your demeanour size
How you'd prefer not spell what you despise,
That you don't mind enforced make nice, make do.
The horrendous part is that you don't hate
Yours truly ever tending your small needs,
I won't confront a fellow who succeeds
In getting your lax guard to drop whole slate.
I'm slowly losing love dreamed often mine,
For pick of those great old times I'll soon pine.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 pine
o $10,000,000 itch
o $10,000,000 yearn
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