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Hand in hand beneath the sheets they revel
in one another's rancid farts;
the years passed, and neither
much interested in the passing fancy.

Creaking bedsprings once a week
in clockwork motion speak of habit:
those and the sheets soft with much washing
and the nightly restlessness of bodies.

When the morning comes
they will leave off such intimacy, tucking it
mechanically beneath the sheets
of their lifetime-guaranteed nuptial bed.


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