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I'm doing my laundry
Tonight
Setting it
Out to dry.
There are four chairs
Each in a clean shirt.
All my friends gathered
in one place.
Tonight it's just the books
And me
And four dancing
Partners in
Familiar shirts.
We're researching
Trash.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
Tonight it's just the books and me
And four dancing partners in familiar shirts
We're researching
Trash of the
Middle Ages,
Reconstructing
The medieval latrine.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
No one calls.
No one calls me friend.
I'm not chained to the anchor of love
I'm not shamed by the rancor of love.
I'm not stunned by rancorous love.
I'm not shamed by rancorous friends.
No one calls me friend and gets away with it.
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