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For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.

Dear God, Teach Me To Be Careless.

Being In Love Means Being At The Mercy Of Someone's Childhood.