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Pity Her (Free verse) by Dovina

Self aggrandizement, she remembers it well, the notion of greatness beyond possible consummation, then realization, and finally, admission. Driven by irony that something so darling could be so disappointing, she pours another glass, points the pistol, and . . .

Dovina 23-Aug-05/6:53 AM
Jacob couldn't find his pistol. It's not nice to see depression in a middle-aged person, but I thik I see what you mean.




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