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New Grave.

You fool. Reaching
out again
with your fumbling
hands,

embarrassing
yourself… You
said it was over.
Said that this was dead
and gone,
this yearning
for her.

You?
You fucking promised me.
Fucking lied to me. Knees
so weak

they went the way
of gravity, impacting,
breaking new ground.

First dent
in the construction
of a new grave.

Explain
this clear
failure,
this clear
lack of liberty.

She did not
come to you, no:
you asked for it.

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