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This hasty composition might be a sonnet; are you much keen on it?
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<blockquote data-quote="Hypocorism" data-source="post: 1694954" data-attributes="member: 649310"><p>You, breath of silent sustenance exhaled</p><p>And strange incantation: Poem, of my rite!</p><p>What sentience fills my lips that parched and scaled</p><p>Your true enigma binds them to unite?</p><p>How you read me like a breviary</p><p>On a shelf, my eyes though closed or gaping</p><p>Mouthlike and unseeing on the airy</p><p>Syllable before me hear the shaping</p><p>Of the vowels you harmoniously</p><p>Intermatch; your haunting diapasons</p><p>Trouble hands, ears, all erroneously</p><p>Seeming with the whisperings of nascence.</p><p>No good remains; devoured with my eyes,</p><p>Your healing breath is wasted in my sighs.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hypocorism, post: 1694954, member: 649310"] You, breath of silent sustenance exhaled And strange incantation: Poem, of my rite! What sentience fills my lips that parched and scaled Your true enigma binds them to unite? How you read me like a breviary On a shelf, my eyes though closed or gaping Mouthlike and unseeing on the airy Syllable before me hear the shaping Of the vowels you harmoniously Intermatch; your haunting diapasons Trouble hands, ears, all erroneously Seeming with the whisperings of nascence. No good remains; devoured with my eyes, Your healing breath is wasted in my sighs. [/QUOTE]
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