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Sep 2014
Dinner is ready my love!
Is it? Well get me another beer *****!
Stalking to the refrigerator
past the knife block and the empty
bottle of wine, both are mine
except then you say
Hey! This ***** cold
and the argument grows old
because I called dinner 45 minutes ago
then
in bed
you rolled over
and said
*I love you
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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