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Subscribed by Suzanne Conboy-Hill
when I dieyou’ll mourn me // sit in a black funk;wallow, flounderin the big sucking holeof grief smothering the realityof your life without me //…
still don't know / if you abandoned / me when I needed you / / or I pushed you / away because I did /
Summer heat / stirs the / hindbrain / / Slippery thighs / glistening with / sweat / / Aching to be parted
The pain of / a heart broken / / is worth / the experience / / of a heart filled / to bursting
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