Poetic Form: Sonnet (Crown of ...) : Italian or Petrarchan
Inspired: 2023 November 29
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Quest be, will we exist ... 'tis hit or miss be of a lifetime. I gave no degree of my retractions that constants amiss my seeing yon desk an intimacy be measured as the worth of passages. A ponderous virtue partook a smile that placed atop lap held, arched assuages, instantly noted, that after a while, what had parted yon me cannot have gone unnoticed, mainly, in closeness to me. I barely moved; could one part day from dawn. A book was returned, oh my, could it be? Not lap or arched back, he stares at the floor, torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.
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