Of her I am not dismembering,
I am remembering.
Of her I am not dismembering,
I am remembering.
Of her I am not dismembering,
I am remembering.
Well,
I am slicing her apart,
cutting pictures with my heart.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Clever and deep in meaning. The repetition makes its point and the final stanza cements it in place with a splendid metaphor.
The repetition of lines sounds a mantra, culminationg in an affirmation. Very well done!
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