Revised sonnet #1571
Ive woken now aware and called it quits
The writing deal is all young persons dreams
The psyche beaten badly stifles screams
The planets wont align to hum in hits
Youre far too kind I blush embraced to bits
All mine the blotted page the sketchy reams
I love your vocalised immediate memes
I bask absolved in wisdom wed to wits
I bumbled baffled by the stumbling blocks
You gave encouragement and not acclaim
Industrial malady its sweating stocks
All hypochondrias called out lame
And every moment not in dull employ
You yield I prosperous youll plain enjoy
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