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She will be home soon:



I've totally cleaned the apartment;  



She's been gone to for 3 days,



I haven't seen her since Tuesday night,  



Things are strained,  to say the least:  



I love her,  I hate her;  



I cannot talk with her about my feelings;



She insists on talking to me about hers;



My ears are battered and my mouth bound,



Her fear keeps my blood boiling,



both pity and sympathy colliding:



a train, off the tracks,



headed off a cliff,



while the passengers play cards.