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adversity (sonnet)
The measure of success is how we count
Our disappointments, when the love has gone;
I wonder, had lust lasted, what amount
Of pleasure would have gratified; what fun
We might have had together? But, now split,
You find fine furious fucks and, me, delights
Alone in destinies we shared; you grit
Your teeth and can conceal those thrilling nights
From someone, who you care for deeply now;
So who do you betray? No one at all
Besides yourself; you reaped all you once ploughed
And walked away to leave me feeling small,
Forgotten, yet obliged to recollect
Dissembling dick (shredded in retrospect).
Our disappointments, when the love has gone;
I wonder, had lust lasted, what amount
Of pleasure would have gratified; what fun
We might have had together? But, now split,
You find fine furious fucks and, me, delights
Alone in destinies we shared; you grit
Your teeth and can conceal those thrilling nights
From someone, who you care for deeply now;
So who do you betray? No one at all
Besides yourself; you reaped all you once ploughed
And walked away to leave me feeling small,
Forgotten, yet obliged to recollect
Dissembling dick (shredded in retrospect).
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