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Shudders
Little trembles of defeat somehow have found my form.
I shake a little when we meet and know it's not the norm.
Inside my heart and head and soul a vacuum now exists,
Where once I sought for true love's glow, I float in doubt's dire mist.
A package such as I present should have warning labels,
"Easily Broken", "Handle With Care", or "Fragile and Unstable".
How have I thus charged myself to such pathetic notions?
I let my heart out-rule my brain and reap those sad emotions.
