My Heart Young
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Susan Lacovara
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I habituate in romantic folly
Can not disguise these eyes
Caught up on the conveyor belt
Circling round your smile
Yanking myself from the entanglement
My heart young, again
Lover friend
My act of contrition, my admission
Moving to the momentum
Of your mighty lure
I endure the shift of sand
If but to stroke your hand
In the hurricane aftermath of
Losing myself, my stable home
All my belongings...To you
My heart young
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