My heart has forgotten the gentle rhythm of contentment,
It beats a lamentable tattoo of loneliness and loss,
Twice it has borne rejection,
First by you and now by me,
For I feel how it struggles,
Labours under its own weight,
And I cannot bear the heavy ballast of sadness that it carries throughout the day.
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