she clatters her way through my upper shelf
dissembling books from their literal dispositions
forcing me as a metaphor of pity's metonymy
purging my symmetry and assembling anomalies.
i wake up to find my wretched dream
dreamed into my now slumber life
left to deify her delightful ego
from the letters of my once adored language.
Some rough edges. Use of some punctuation might help.
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