Non-Erotic Poetrydull and redundantmy tact is not sharp
it bounces off of that part
the thing on your sleeve
now limping in a circle we find our
peers peering down to us in the pit
we dig daily,
we are lopsided,
tilted and scratched,
leaning apart,
missing points at each
completed round,
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