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I made a sacrifice earlier today
on a poem.
There was an internal rhyme
that seemed mighty fine
but compromised where I was going.

Well not “where”, but more like
“how.”
It begged a detour that the flow
just couldn’t allow.

So I trashed it, reluctantly,
like an old love letter
so ancient a past
it hinders your future.

But still it lingers.
So, deviantly,
I devised an escape
in a new set of stanzas
where I could release
the beast forgone in the previous song:

                     A new playground
                     in which to frolic
                     unencumbered by the logic
                     to corral wayward muse
                     to where it belongs.