Page 32 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Ten
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There is a tide in And yours is at ebb,
the affairs of men. revealing silt and jetsam.
I’d like to die at home I’d like to die at home
friends and family. not of embarrassment.
in bed, surrounded by in bed, too—but
How do you feel I don’t know: my mood ring
about me now? needs a new battery.
I used to think that you And I used to love that you
were capable of love. thought I was capable.
