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| Lesbia is extraordinarily vindictive about me in front of her husband who is thereby moved to fatuous laughter -- a man mulishly insensitive, failing to grasp that a mindless silence (about me) spells safety while to spit out my name in curses, baring her white teeth, means she remembers me, and what is more pungent still, is scratching the wound ripening herself while she talks. |
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Poem 101: "A journey across many seas"
Poem 109: "You're suggesting, my life"