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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.
Nat Lipstadt
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
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