Corrugated heart unyielding
Folded on itself too long
Unfurls to embrace a moment
Can't recluse--closes loose
Stretched-pale balloons filled tight with whispers
Suspended midway yearn to rest
Gravity, the fatal temptress
On the ground--can't rebound
An hourglass of falling virtues
Slowly seeming strained through time
Turning toxic through its passage
Flipped on end--renewed again
~sfm 1.18.17
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