Last Night

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Last night

I dreamt

of

my husband’s

mother’s sister’s

son,

 

the memory of

whose last

embrace

was comforting

and strong

 

but now his

arms are loose

and sad,

he hangs his head

and sighs.

 

‘My poor wife’

was all he said.

 

I turned away and cried.

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