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sonnet #1,646

That time then you and I were near unique,
I didn't see you my immortal muse,
From mild familiars shall I try recuse,
The other lover interlopes to pique.
Accessorised a cinch, you spring mystique,
He raises your dress code, a standard ruse,
Enthuses basic hairstyle, dress, and shoes,
He leans on you when you aspire to chic.
Beneath a microscope you're more diverse,
I view you water ice, inviting schism,
Then sunlit jelly standing gnomon prism,
Then anti-atoms, other universe.
He over scrutinises your skite,
Your foe couch fade, sheer ultraviolet light.

(Chorus)

o skite
o boast
o claim