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Prelude to a letter to Joyce
Contact – casual and polite.
Meaningless – it was in spite.
In the bed of indifference – not to tell.
Under the sheets of denial – nightmares swell.
From grace – do we fall !,
never again – to know that light.
B. J. “A ” 2
September 4th 2004
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