Disarmed

I am in pieces,
waiting for you to examine me
on clean white sheets,
strewn wide
Disassembled,
I can watch with remove
as you stroke what you approve
and toss the complexities aside,
I wish I'd known
before this excision
you'd be careless with my precision,
that you preferred
a more elementary design
and inferior construction,
before this reduction,
before you had me in pieces

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