I loved you from the deepest corner of my being
lady as a wife and a whore and as
as slave who have no other hope
as the mother of your children I loved you
With love from a dead child and love
absent mother with madness
pervasive and painful
And I loved you I loved giving birth to a son on nights
wallowing in endless sailing
courage and suffering in agony and I loved
In the extreme anguish and life
reduced waiting you to come back I loved you
And I love you from the bottom of the lake where I have your
I remember as my worst nightmare
as angry and in pain
this is how I love you.
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