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Lesbia has nothing good to say about me
in front of her husband,
and he is enough of a fool for this
to satisfy him!
Can someone be so oblivious?
If she had forgotten us, if she could say nothing,
I’d know she was over me.
As long as she is still sniping and interrupting
she is not only still remembering
but, what really counts, still burning -
and, what I care about most, still talking.
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