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XLIV

June 24, 2013

I’m dry as dust; as dust is dry
am I by words rejected.
I’m spent and sore; as sorely spent
as words that I’ve delivered.
I’m lost in love; as love is lost
by words like “now” and “later;”
and broke and cruel; as cruelly broke,
my words will only fail me.

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