Looking for Perforation

Lines like lacquered bridges binding
Page to edge; the courage it takes
To break from our form.

When we are all pieces 
With a place where we crack
The pawn and queen become equally worn.

To ask for self-definition
But weep when we're broken
Is the ultimate lie that we tell-

For if what we really wanted
Was to learn of ourselves,
We'd loosen our limbs at the fell.

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