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By lynnyousosilly

Oh heart,
Must we try again?
Rusty at this art,
Hands fumbling
Words a mess
What do I do again?
We’re off-beat, irregular
Awkwardly awkward at the least.
Self-conscience and unsure,
But I hear your pitter-patters
The excessiveness when I’m with him
Yet it brings me back to brokeness,
Feelings of fear
So familiar
So fickle.

It must be that time of year again.

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Created: Jul 09, 2010

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