She covers herself in colored silk; night clothes soft and fine, She wears the wedding ring I bought and says she's truly mine. But she isn't always with me; her presence not always kind. The wild woman I married? Absent in this space and time. Although she's the woman here right now, her eyes I don't recognize, She's contemplating tasks and deeds; a quilt covers her thighs. She utters
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