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Our nights began when I started dipping in and out of words
with a needle and thread, attempting to make phrases that made sense you to.
I hated the words you sputtered sympathetically,
but I caught them on a plate anyway and served them to myself;
It was times like these when I wondered what I had done.
In my dreams your face was distorted but your words were clear
which was quite the opposite in the real world.
Even with a slight touch of charm and sugarcoated breath,
I felt the pressure from the things you spoke.
Like a tailor, I altered a common cliche and made it my own;
I haven't created a monster, I just unleashed you.
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Slightly disturbing - almost a touch of David Lynch in the tailoring. I enjoyed the poem. The twist was good at the end. I agree with April - the strange, cool thing I got too.
The subject is often written about - but you made it unique to you.
This one seemed to slow down time for me ...or something. I just got a very strange (cool) sensation as I was reading it. I saw you as a sort of Alice in Wonderland, in a strange world where nothing quite makes sense.
The only thing I can ask about is the ending of the second line. Did you mean to say "to you?"
