Aibohphobia

Oh who was it I saw, oh who?
Sore was I ere I saw Eros.
Did I cite ‘Operas Are Poetic’? I did.
Amore, Roma.
Air an aria.
Avid diva.
Deified.

Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Drawn, I sit; serene rest is inward.
Rever seities, rever!
No word, no bond, row on.
In words, alas, drown I.

Laid at a dial.
Mir­ror rim.
Never odd or even.
No, it is oppo­si­tion.
Now do I repay a period won.
Aha!
Reviver.
Now I won!

 

 

 

 

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