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Revised sonnet #1427

The wicked words I wailed Id cancel none
I wish I could take their twist back in wake
They startled plenty they hurt to stun
I saw your face turn white your fingers quake
I panicked feeling lull in mutual fun
I preempted halt of harmony jerks sake
I questioned why you were the feted one
I was a saboteur of self too fake
I feel that lonely lost Id love to die
Tell me you found a fellow more your kind
The fizzling out makes me mad out of mind
Or wreak on me a warning blare end nigh
As ever grab I love you meekly give
Your pardon prompt the only way Id live
Chorus give confer donate