He julienned her heart
And sauteed it with indifference
Then left it cold and unattended
With a sauce of vinegary tears
My mind wanders, sometimes like a gentle butterfly, sometimes a wild hurricane; it is unquestionably reckless. Often I throw a lasso with hopes to bring it back, but all I find are words.
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