Broken Call

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My tongue is tied,
My heart flutters,
Every time your name is muttered.
 
My frozen heart
Begins to thaw
If I think of you at all.
 
Love,
Such pain,
Now is sweet,
As you brush tears from my cheek.
 
Yet I fear the petals will fall,
When you are no longer drawn,
To my weak and broken call.
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