2125: Paths

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I can trace this edge of distrust
a long way back – to a touch on
a beach – a kiss in a cab – sex in
a basement [without a barrier] –
destroying so many others – As
a fool I cleared my footpaths to
run parallel – only to diverge on
command [without a rise of my
complaint] – It’ll steer me away
each unmapped year as routes
are re-primed to collide – I walk
at other times of day [to elude]

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