2000–THE PRESENT | |
Poem:
Alasdair Gray © 2005 | |
whose contempt used to give me dreadful pain. Will death undo the burden of her dying? Nine married years ended in grief and lying. Thirty years later we’re in bed again. She seems to like me now there’s no denying, and rules once more by recklessly defying the courses I consider the most sane. Will death undo the burden of her dying? She never felt it false to be relying on people she regarded with disdain yet seems to like me now there’s no denying. She never felt it false to be relying on people she regarded with disdain. Will death undo the burden of her dying? Is it my strength or weakness that’s supplying the company she needs to ease her pain? She seems to like me now there’s no denying. Will death undo the burden of her dying? | |||
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