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Memory
I tell myself
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
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