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You’re Not The Person I Want To Live With My Young Lover Said.

And then she said:

      I see you  as

                              old

                              sick

                              senile

                              dead.

 

(In other words   -

A lump on the bed.)

 

Then she fled.

 

We were not wed.

 

I bled.

Instead.





 

                                                                                               -  Jeffrey Eisenmesser, 1987 

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