Three women

There have seriously been – since last summer in Dublin – three

women in my life: three women I loved beyond sensibility, and with a tremendous

sensitivity. 

And all three have chosen, 

with awful sensitivity,

to destroy my desire to enjoy myself to the extent 

that living might be worth thriving, at least for a few moments 

more.

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