Neither a divorcee nor a widow,
Neither estranged nor lone,
Nor bored, nor hitting back,
I still long for a man, a stranger,
To tear my blush, to be inventive,
And to be ruthless to my doemancy..
With that will be over his work.
No right, nor hold, has he on me after.
15.12.2007
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