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  • Peace

    God and I have made our peace.
    He stays on his side of the bed,
    me on mine, doesn’t comment when

    I steal the sheets again.
    He is a gentleman. I am not

    gentle, nor a man. Instead
    I love like an American:
    selfish and right.


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