good morning, all bleeding hearts

with a shameful grimace, i tangle
and with a nod to you, i dance
we both are a fashioned ankle
broken in game of chance
neither i nor you will want it
to be laced with lit disdain
i am a casual will to wonder
where it was which caused the pain
and shuddered

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