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I make you euphoric

and yet

you are leaving me

oh how the irony

enrages my very blood

and makes me miserably

contrite

you can not know

for yourself

such gall of shame

so to hell with mine

once happiness

you just managed to put

any hope I might have had

out like the proverbial light

well, just for that

I hope all your children are born

Naked!................

(July 13, 1998)