Non-Erotic Poetryred bricksthere were red bricks along the way
my glances averted but trails remained
persistent reminders blurring this phase
of my emotional landscape
there is edging to be done near the walkway
chips of shoulders and brick in bits-
repairs will take substantially longer
than just one day
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