Sketches From Spain
D Dónall Dempsey
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When you left
you left a sketchbook:
I opened it and found
it contained only me.
Me not looking.
Me unaware.
Me sleeping.
Drawn with such love
and devotion
perfect in every way
except
where you had slashed them
Love & Hate
under the one cover
the record catching on a scratch
repeating the end over and over.
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