Please do not turn me into 

rhyme

leave me out of your

schemata

leave my name and

broken

ways for some other

tongue

for some other days.

 

Just write about that

of which you know 

and

do not speculate

nor

pitch dramatic

verse into the space

I have left.

 

I've taken my books

from your dusty shelves

and

stepping over your

out-stretched legs,

I leave the room

you've already locked.

I steal away

from easy rhyme. 

 

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