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Absence Makes the Heart
Your absence hurts me,
Like a persistent toothache
Or a pair of too-tight shoes.
But, worse, your hard face,
When finally we meet,
Leaves me panicked, gasping:
A doomed and thrashing swimmer,
Drowning in your indifference.
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