His heartbeat flutters my soul to the floor,
I stare at a man I have never loved before.
Intertwining of perspectives,
That gratuitous romantic objective,

And there - there it is;

That reasoning lick
Nails coarse upon my grip
Breath sharper than it's whip
That stranger circumscript -

My heart, re-caged,
My emotions subside.
I stand, on my haunches,
Eyes sore, that love died.
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