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(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIII)
My bad...it is semantics thet avail
You of the same affections I've lost, whence?
Oh dear! How shall I ever own defense?
He's Russian' beat strains on whiles I in pale
'Scuse madly type that sonnet in betrayl
Up for you, and how shall I put it hence?
When we're apart I'm strong; together? sense
Is buried and I yield me up sans bail.
Thus leave me in cold silence and, though's poor,
Lo, I thought "curtains!" though my brother knew
Far better. Now rain'd sweetly dance in tour
And I miss being where he is, lost thus to
My world in his, although's too short as twere.
Why can't a godly man want me...um, you?
14Oct17a
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
wow, wrote this in 12 minutes...
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIII)
My bad...it is semantics thet avail
You of the same affections I've lost, whence?
Oh dear! How shall I ever own defense?
He's Russian' beat strains on whiles I in pale
'Scuse madly type that sonnet in betrayl
Up for you, and how shall I put it hence?
When we're apart I'm strong; together? sense
Is buried and I yield me up sans bail.
Thus leave me in cold silence and, though's poor,
Lo, I thought "curtains!" though my brother knew
Far better. Now rain'd sweetly dance in tour
And I miss being where he is, lost thus to
My world in his, although's too short as twere.
Why can't a godly man want me...um, you?
14Oct17a
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