Decrease

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Statuesque and poised,
Like stiff peaks,
Of the salubrious share,
Of the choicest fare;
Yet not my head,
Was beaten over.
And not my eggs,
Overbeaten.
My egotistical pride,
Got too emulsified,
Into the toast-song,
You were jamming out to.
Merry-go-round ejection,
Losing anti-skip protection,
My horse moved linearly.
And somehow it became,
Musical chairs, a game.
But thrones are not,
Loveseats.
You see I RSVP’d,
To my rumor party,
Inviting me to shine.
A flash in the pan,
Pouring long-legged wine,
So bright you stepped,
Out of my shadow,
That ceased to exist.
But resurrected as,
A shadeless tree,
A heart stinging bee,
A back-biting flee,
A Captain Crunch,
Cereal killing spree.
And it was only when,
You offered your milk,
On a no use crying alter.
And I recognized,
The byproduct wound,
In the penthouse,
Of your mouth.
That I spotted,
The BOGO raw deal.
The miscarried twins,
Conceiving space to heal,
Reducing yet thickening our love.
Opening vacancies in inns,
With eternally late,
Checkouts.

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Luke 9:22-26; John 3:29-30; Gal. 5:13-16; Col. 2:11-13