Heart's a fool's toy, falls
A silly thing, for eyes, for
Hands, for moments gone
Wrong, so blame, so rotten
Seared in ink and scar for
Time, remembered or forgot,
Lover's lot, this knotted cord
Gnawed by desperation through,
A name regained, a life revived,
A stringless song skipped stepping
Down from judges benches
Whistles as it flies.
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