the hours

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We were no longer the kind of women men wanted to come home to &we had not even reached an age where we could wrinkle. It did not matter; our skin appeared sore &our eyes swollen. We were left in our lovers bedrooms staring at clocks while they ran through the streets throwing a parade and we did it alone. I tell myself if I can just wait things

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AND IT DOES