Having used every subterfu ge
To shake you, lies, fatigu e, or even that of passion ,
Now I see no way but a cle an break.
I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.
You nod assent. Autumn tur ns windy, huge,
A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
We sit, watching. When I n ext speak
Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
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