@MattAbbottPoet

@MattAbbottPoet
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21 Oct 2013

Fucking Council


united coincidentally by reluctant routine,
separated mutually with secret understanding;
our lives, five from seven, momentarily mirrored.

avoiding acknowledgement
(acknowledgement in itself),
neither could possibly break the silence.

you lost weight, your hair grew; you smiled more.
then they closed the path for road-works,
and i never saw you again.

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