Numbah Twelve - Cliche/ Subliminal Subluxation

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Two puzzle pieces

that should fit

take an unexpected turn:

They just don't match.

No matter how much

thinking,

debating,

convincing you do.

They're words who aren't

meant to be.

Throwing around cliches

into a bowl of conclusion,

It's the way my brain

makes that last step.

Under consciousness,

as in, not conscious?

How does that fit

with a bone torn away

from its joint?

But that's the thing,

they are too different

of words to be defined together,

as a concept.  

Both are independent

in their own way,

but not in a way

that fits in each other's sentences.

Cliche conclusion?

Don't dwell on the fact

it didn't work out.

Just move on.

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