Stomach and tongue
tied in knots, hitched
on the phantasmagorical,
this old heart beating
anew each day for you,
appreciating each new day
as if something new happened
concerning you
even if
it is on borrowed time
and even if love is not
reciprocated,
these
blue and melancholy
emotions lingering mere moments
on the grander scale
with dreams gone rogue
like six syllable words
worth nothing more
than a sixpence
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