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April 9, 2005 - A poem about Love

Tired.

It’s a Saturday night
and we should be in love
but you and me
are in different rooms
and you read magazines,
whilst I read catalogues.
After all these years,
that’s not too bad -
but it feels like a void
that can’t be crossed -
a conversation we must have
about conversations
we need, to have.

How should we start?

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