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The Architecture of Pawns
July 23, 2015
I was a pawn.
They looked to me at the time,
like queens of lace and kings of mystery.
I was mistaken.
All pawns-
one competition.
They carved me into masterpieces.
They added dashes of gold and silver
to the outer lining
of my silhouette.
Only then did I fit
molded perfectly into the side of their tower
Crafted in time for eternity.
Until my pawn, longingly,
tipped over the side of the board.
I was lost where one was a pawn
not a part of a game.
Still, I thought we were one,
We were sameness?
We were sameness.
And yet,
I fell
and my perfectly handcrafted molding,
crumbled into my hands.
Only then did I realize
the basis was poorly contructed.
© Andrew M., Stahe, Germany
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