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Chimera Quash

she collaged us
our lives
our souls
half each other
neither left whole

blended integrities
only plural pronouns
were preserved

a slow motion crafter
always conniving
I hardly noticed
what she'd been devising

old habits were scrubbed
friends, cold shoulder shooed
my toys disappeared
I could no longer wear blue

her purpose?
but ..." FRANKENSTEIN!!!"...
finally died
when I
to wear her clothes

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really enjoyed the first stanza


I couldn't leave well enough alone!

itty-bitty drooling dendrites started swarming over this sweet surprise as quick as it arose, spewing giga-tons of ditz and dittiness in their wake, overwhelming an impatient writer into a shameful capitulation

oh! will I ever learn

thanks for discerning... the wheat from the chaff


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