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When my heart had the courage, And your essence was near mine, I politely asked you, If I could “get in line”. You replied with a nod and as I awaited my turn, The other suitors failed and left you with a burn. Approaching you I stumble through poorly thought out lines, Though I had tried to prepare for you ahead of time. Stuttering and shaking, those behind me yelled “Get on with it,” And you reached out and touched me, saying “I think you’ll fit!” Gasps from the line behind as you touched me, Those other suitors wish they could be so lucky. You took me and held me and made the nervous better, And toted me around like your favorite sweater. But summer’s come darling, and I’m much too thick for you, And my hues of blues never quite suited you. My pale flesh tones didn’t match your summer fashion, And inevitably my new home is the broken-heart-trash-bin.