SONNET 2,333

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I would not have you fall in love with me;
For what would you do then once you are loved?
You’d wrap yourself in everything you see;
A sentiment misleading, via drug.
You’d tell me how I spin your heart and head
And speak of all the things I have you feel
You’d fall under my skin and into bed:
Where lies the full percentage of appeal.
But soon I’d be a tiresome little wretch;
Who’d fade away, too easy to ignore.
Whose old and rhyming soul falls from the edge;
Too passionate a person to endure.

Unless you are in love with poetry;
I beg you: do not fall in love with me.

LMN

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