Two thumb toes curled, eight subalterns squished
retreat in shoes too tight, rules too rigid.
Brain we mangle, stunt all words
to grape in odd clusters ’round harboured thoughts.
Don’t frighten the horses!
Heart stripped to stumps and cords,
lumpen mass, still beating,
confined to a love no longer felt,
a marriage of minds no longer true.
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