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bpNichol: journal
& she left him sleeping & left to stay i am staying by leaving she thot half smiling always i will be a memory to him better than i am now living with him and she went away half smiling or crying & couldn't remember his name
oh lady oh lady lately i am so full of that memory of you sick in bed i can dream of nothing else sick in bed it is your face i see before me always always as it was then
we remember that time we took you in & what happened then oh yes we do remember
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