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my own minotaur

another recently excavated poem!

three months later, your circuitous mind

continues to confound. over a cloud

of applewood smoke you confessed

a love for puzzles, and i nearly burst

out laughing at the irony

of it all. you move so sinuously

like some sort of meditation

and i remain belligerently

linear. my own minotaur

you lead me into a burning labyrinth

and i willingly follow

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