admit it:
when as a vagrant
wayward
unshowered
neighbor
i climbed through
your window, i broke
your heart.
(it was unlocked.)
later i loaned you
my wife for a while --
let's leave
out that part.
i met cold confident
you but found
the way through
to something more human --
the broken parts heal
and the girl becomes
a real woman.
oh the moods and places
we have been dear,
sweet loreen.
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