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Sep 2013
In Concert


From the cold bathroom floor
Under bath robe, on top of the bath towel
She says weakly,
I've undressed,
My tummy, messed,
You go to the concert,
By yourself.

I smile and say,
The only thing I will attend this eve is
To you.

We will be,
Just the two of us,
In concert.
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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