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[boblikesmen]

I had to write a sonnet for english

An organization of tones, for you
This collaberative effort persists
Through a frame, a beat, the tap of a shoe
Every detail has been finely tuned
To your connections with my time and space
A closeness that I could only show there
It doth exist between mine and your face
So composed I, a show of love we share
But with this composition, transition
It descended upon me. I'll not go
Through luls or peaks, just stay in one region
To stay mono is to have little emotion flow
Where am I now, and what shall I shan't do?
I don't know, but I'm glad it's not with you