Bitterly Emancipated
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died_and_diedContemplative poetry from a nobody.
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About how we anticipate the end of relationships and prepare to allow meaningful connections to be mournfully and forcefully severed.

Bitterly Emancipated

I am fettered again,

Strapped into your contralto,

Fastened and forced to be affected.

Flicked upon the edge of your knife,

Stealing a glance at your knee-high boots with the steel studs,

Feigning ignorance again.

Sing to me,

Ignore me,

And tell me the end of the tale,

Show me how it came to naught.

Fell me.

I will fall feet-first into insignificance.

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