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across the net, in extremis pokes fc in the eye

Posted to Action Poetry

i try not to look at you when i

hear the clocking ticking off
another night spent
tending the ashes of our
eternal dolor

again, we should have known better
you will say that we trap ourselves
not each other

recalling some time or other
a memory of some heartbreak [this one?]
nagging, pulls us down into
dreams of something else