3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,653

We've hit a steep or snaky learning curve,
Elusive skills of compromise prove key;
If I go preempt adrenalin, and fight or flee,
Then he might just conjure a telling swerve.
On my own life he posted me to perv
Distorted tentatively trite and twee;
He'd joking squeezed me soft that others see,
My vacuous views he volumnised with verve.
Where our respectful per se purity?
Why do I mill around his morbid mood?
Why does he clamour insecurity?
Why does he calm me then go clanging crude?
I stare him down, him kick under any table,
When in life and love I'm more than able.

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o table
o bench
o desk