Listless,
hopeless,
like a stencilled stereotype,
all my shoes have wings,
as does my heart,
and I lose my voice,
my mind too,
like the little mermaid,
each time I look at you.
Like someone in pain,
I am desperate for a cure,
which I am sure,
I’ll find,
somewhere in your arms,
bed or the back of your car.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 
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