Suppose I came for
one last meal with
all you who were
once my whole life
To what do you
owe the pleasure
the chore of my
benighted love
Fiction and more from Sue Arkin
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Suppose I came for
one last meal with
all you who were
once my whole life
To what do you
owe the pleasure
the chore of my
benighted love
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