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How shall I explain to her
That she has taken all my peace,
Battered my brain's wholeness,
Stolen my field's increase,
Snatched away my semen,
Broken my unborn children's arms,
Hanged all my cats, made . . . havoc of my mind?
She cares nothing for me; left me
In winter's comfort, to walk the snow . . .
She left me to haunt wet subways, sob
Against store windows; no, no,
She did not love me: cry it, howl it,
Howl it, fifty years from now:
O, she did not love me, does not love me,
O, ow, ow, ow, ow!
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