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Puzzling Relationship
Puzzling Relationship
Our edges seem so similar
Meant to fit, snuggly together
The tongue of your dry humor
Locks into the Grove of my clever wit
Forming attachments in every aspect of our lives
An image appears of our happy union
Then, as we filled in more and more,
Layer upon layer,
I found pieces that did not fit just so.
I rearranged my shape,
Just a bit, that's okay...
To force the connection that began so easily.
Pull this bit in, push this and fold here,
Until a queer image forms
It is the appearance of "Us", but off.
Until, we no longer recognize ourselves.
Is it possible to unravel this mess?
Once we tear the pieces apart
Will they ever regain their original shape?
My pieces, unlocked from yours, seem deformed,
Misshapen, wonky.
Who is this Picasso I see in the mirror?
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Crystol Woods
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