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We'd made love as usual
A heavy night in the sack
After breakfast I told her
I was never coming back
Inexplicable the only word
Why so drastic a measure?
What impulse drove me to
Quit a house of pleasure?
A bitter taste in my mind?
Neurosis bending my head?
Maybe the new marmalade
Made my psyche see red
She'd always been restless
The place in a...
Tuesday 13th October 2020 11:13 am
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