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Your image in my heart
Hangs loosely
Trying to clutch,but never managing .
It swivels.
It adjusts.
It squirts like a narrow brook with difficulty.
It loses.
It falls to the ground .
It splashes.
It stains the glittering porcelain with pain.

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