My Poem

My poem
was you.
And so
It might not have rhymed
And its stanzas
Were not proportioned
As they should be,
But in other regards
All was perfect.
Until my poem
Changed its words,
no longer a celebration of joy,
but malign and angry.
Its words cut deep
Then left no shadow.

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