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cleaving is cleaning?

Feel this quick!
I can't hold it much longer
just grab it and squeeze
tighter tight tight
poppingly tight

this divides
this force
jam me into two halves
jam it

which demi-homme am I?
which is independance
interdependant but thrashing.

I'll strip me in two
and leave myself alone to
find myself

good luck
and bon voyage

freedon is a five letter word
t-h-r-ow
just throw it
up, around and through

toss me up and down like
your playmate
a pancake
your butcher's happy cleaver.

This poem was written by Elizabeth A. Dudich on Feb 03, 2008.

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