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Stranger

There’s a stranger in my bed

that has lain beside me

almost

every night.

Many years,

enough to know

everything.

Each curve of her body,

how she thinks,

walks,

talks,

fucks.

After all she has

done,

I see, now,

there was always

a stranger

in my bed.

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