Maybe I just have a rubbish attention span, but I really liked the way I didn't actually realise that parts of the poem were repeated until I went back and read it for the second time. This is good.

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Fuck me harder. No harder. Make me cry.

These things are not fleeting, but continually stir. Lovely.

Hehe. I did kinda cheat by cutting it up a bit. But, aye, the essence of a pantoum is repetition, tedious as that may sound.
Glad you liked it

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Bork! Bork! Bork!
(-Swedish Chef)

It would seem they are, aye. CHeerz!

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Fantastic.

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BUG CATCHER SEAN wants to fight!

Nèèh. Thanks for the 'thousiasm though

Looking forward to your riposte again

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Bork! Bork! Bork!
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I look forward to writing it.

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BUG CATCHER SEAN wants to fight!

it does.. it really does..

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poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg

Ah! I so love it when (almost) the same words repeat in a different context, creating a different meaning. I was wondering in which way this poem is fixed, until I realized that every single line appears twice. I even wikied for pantoum after scrolling down to your description. Seems you took that strict pattern a bit freely, but then it's the effect that counts not the structure ;]

Most of all I love how the poem returns in the last line to the thought of the first line. The whole poem illustrates that thought, and I think the repetitive structure works really well to show how "steter Tropfen höhlt den Stein," how the repeated self-denial erodes away your self, your identity.
I was a tad stumped be the metaphor of describing stagnant waters as eroding. Rotting, decaying, dissolving - yes. But eroding? But it goes better with the rest of the image, that an empty hollow (and not a rotted mush) is left "where once was me." The empty hollow is more appropriate to illustrate the loss or lack of self that comes from constant self-denial. And then I think that self-denial stops life from flowing freely, making it "stagnant water".

I have to admit that I don't fully understand the title, though. "My words" - OK, because it's words of denial that are spoken, but I don't really know who's being adressed and in which way their words stand against each other.

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A wanderer in darkness, waiting for the misty morning fog
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