That Night.
By my silent undoing
Fri, 16 Dec 2005
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I never thought that
I would miss you; never knew
How deep your stain ran
Until I tried to
Be happy and kept failing,
Catch as catch can -
Remembering the
Night that you undressed me, took
My virginity
On that bed, that blur
Of sheets; all the love that you
Put into it, thrust
After thrust after
Whispered love, winsome deceit
And an arsehole that
Bled for weeks.
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