Non-Erotic PoetryBad IntentI happened at the crossroads
with a man familiar but unknown.
Our eyes met. He smiled. I swallowed
hard tried to forget. Been on the run
for two years. Both funds and patience
are at an all time low. No difference
between a call and a flute.
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