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Sestina on Six Words by Michael Peterson

  When will you call, my dear, you with the lithe body and missing heart, just so I can learn what’s wrong, what’s left?   The night you left, without even a Dear John letter, I wondered What’s going on? Do you loathe me so much, so lustily, sweetheart?   At first I thought it […]

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