Adored one,
someone has
systematically
been breaking the molds
of our love;
this precious love
that I,
passionately,
have been attempting to cast.
Last night I heard noises,
coming from the back of the house.
I tiptoed into my workshop,
the moon was reflecting sunlight
at full power.
Amid the fragrance of fresh gypsum
and the cast shadows
of the forms to be,
re-inventing themselves on the walls,
I surprised the scoundrel
red-handed.
It was you
Why
do you do that?
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