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Jan 2013
Like transient dogs,
the kind that come and stay on a porch
and leave later: the boys shifted in and out--swept up
through one door and out.
and They were a sorry lot
They were so proficient at being sorry
( it was a wonder anyone ever
accused Them at all)

Suppose that was the point.
remorse was Their method
of shameless safety
A women's scorn. XP
Emily Nolan
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