Revised sonnet #463
At first I couldnt see that style ideal
As she arrived empathic roved around
A friend of friend thats less than real
The kind to come and go theyre lost and found
I pondered her input it struck as sound
An eerie echo made of others wit
A hash in harmony through common ground
Original enough in babbled bit
One day together left on her I hit
I shared too much of me that wasnt wise
The stable partnership I craved to quit
I was a worn out soul averse to lies
The cipher sighed explained our simple sleight
Unlikely pair they who avoid a fight
Chorus sleight ploy ruse
