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Retribution
We loved luxury and ate like pigs,
but our room, unborn as yet,
was bare; it was a new building,
and when we moved in the landlord
looked us over and said: 'no noise
after eleven please'. Obediently,
for the most part, we adhered,
and kept the ancient record player,
(among the only things of mine
to survive the neglect and the moths),
at its lowest; though money
was scarce, vinyl records were cheap
and we took advantage of it.
Halfway through the tenancy,
I got your name mixed up with
another woman's and, quite rightly,
without a word, you took your leave;
taking very little except the needle
you knew full well was irreplaceable,
unlike our short-lived kind of love.
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