When you look at me
With those wolfish eyes
A gaze so intense
And unbidden
You seem to see right
Into me
Gazing with sadness
Upon my fragile heart
Tattered, purple, frayed and
Shattered pieces
That cling to one another
By means of cheap scotch tape
And with each struggling
Beat
It pleads,
“Please, Handle me
With care.”
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