I
Kept to myself
So as not
to upset
Her herself
And ahead to distant kings she looked
she looked NOT to the nearby I
who shook
shook yes from keeping achingly so
the compliments I crush kept to myself
But hush, sick fool
Less I distress This Nothing
That I have with her now
And lose This Nothing
by saying out to yes neat she,
"You look nice tonight."
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