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For Orion
By Anath Hartmann
Love is a war,
And everything after it
Is just a big
Formality,
A consolation card,
A Deepest Sympathy note
With flowers,
If you're lucky.
And I knew,
When I climbed out of his car,
That
I'll call you
Was only a nicety set there between us
As a kindness from God,
Just a karmic reimbursement,
For another letdown by my own stupidity. |
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