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   Volume VIII, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


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Poetry


from Dusk Bowl Intimacies: 22
Thomas Fink

 

He told me what he would expect in a wife, but I was not at all thrilled by that. How many babies would that be? To keep someone busy removing the dust from the street in the morning and nothing else to do. Now his firm is in trouble a little, because the food is not very good. I don't know what our relationship is, and I'm not interested in knowing, so I don't do anything that's really stupid. We're not unhappy.

And
the guy
believes I'm stunning.

 

 

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