So I'm told my I love you's are put on display
Sometimes they are paraded, all basking emblazed
Healing hearts, charming beauties, lighting cities
Enrapturing, capturing magic in dazed possibilities
But why do I hear mine clatter
Shiver, shard, splinter and splatter
Chips flying, falling, my saboteur
Choked, suffocated, gasping for air
Glass like, mottled, numb, heart-broken
Mute, I declare, with a death stare, frozen
Speechless monks parading in the wilderness
Mannequins in drag, puppets of providence
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