Monday, January 4, 2010

finite.

Categorize me.
Put me where you want me.
Where you need me.
Match me
With all the other mes you've met.
Make me what you need me to be.

Smash me into a rhyme scheme.
Cut away at me until I fit.

Classify me.
Diagnose me.
Divide me.


Take away my mystery
My tragic spontaneity
That damned impromptu love.

Make me finite.
I have no more fight
left.

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