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Four Sentences:

You went away after a five-year stay as my hair began to gray.

 

And this, I must confess, amidst my life/this mess, as I recollect your unused peasant wedding dress:

 

Your “I love you’s” showed you had a lot of nerve and may Life, Sweet and Steely Thing, I pray, give you what you deserve.



 

            

                                                                                                     -   Jeffrey Eisenmesser, 1987 

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