She worries about me. She says
you’re selfish; that you have less
to lose here than I do. I feel
I have less to lose than she thinks.
The truth: I’ve already lost my heart
to you, so she need not worry
for it’s future. It’s now out of my hands.
She worries about me. She says
you’re selfish; that you have less
to lose here than I do. I feel
I have less to lose than she thinks.
The truth: I’ve already lost my heart
to you, so she need not worry
for it’s future. It’s now out of my hands.
A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle 
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