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So We'll Go No More
So it's fare thee well, my own true love;
I'm leaving you behind. And not
For the early, for the young reasons, but
For these late, last, ill reasons. I'm almost
Kaput! Yea, you'll get no more of me....
Cancer, heart attack, bypass�all
In the same year? My chances
Are one out of two! And I'm fucking well
Ready, ready to go. To go!�how often
I've operated that way. That way
Almost the entire caper, the way
For people, places, things:
Abandon, abandon, nay abandon before
Being abandoned. But we've, we've
Stayed. You the third wife for me, I
The second such boy for you, and I love
Looking directly into you, as we look
Directly into this last get-go. We all
Have the talent for leaving, like it
Or no. And oh, how rich it is, how fine
To finally inherit!: the final thing
I was looking for, as it turns out,
The great power of leaving
All the breathtakingly brief all along.
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