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rapid, rapid heartbeat cease your heaving

horse hoove's pace

stop shaking and rattling the walls which keep

you ever safely encased

he doesn't love us

that meaning I nor you

it's pointless to ponder this trail of waneful

thoughts that lead only to a deadend avenue

we shall stand together as one and sustain this

most heartless of blows

and we shall enter triumph's golden ring

smelling like the truly most exquisitely rare

and beautiful rose

but will he let our love die like a quiet and

contented passing soul

or in his maniacal mind does he have a much

crueler or ghoulish goal

when thoughts accidentally fall onto his path

they beat a hasty retreat

his name in my heart I try to forget

like the colossal mistake I made long ago

that I never wish to repeat

for me that will be a most exhausting

functional feat

my embarressment gives off a terrific

perfunctionary heat

oh, it would be an almost welcome and

beloved blessing

to be gifted with the art of telepathy

or second guessing...........

(written Jan 31,1991)