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Love Note

I ate your flesh once
out of fury,
I tore your hair, too.
I remember
I have drenched your skirt
once when I wept for a week,
and I even spat on your frock
when we were in bed,

Yes, New York,
I love you.
Ofcourse, I do,
but not the way I loved
that cursed daughter of yours!

 

(First published in Poetry Super Highway)

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