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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.
Written by Baldwin
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