The quicksilver-emotions
Do not allow me
Even a moment
Of freedom from
The net they cast
To trap me
You sitting pretty making
My fragile glass-heart
Your permanent abode
Watch the show
Like an engrossed spectator
At an open air theatre
Actor-emotions drain me
To the last dropp of my energies
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