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You ask me where things went wrong
and i could list a million little moments:
How you talked about your ex,
your sister.
How the women in your life
somehow…
inexplicably…
didn’t know what was good for them.
So obviously, your lectures were helpful.
I wonder if I am that woman now,
an ex
(you talk to new women about),
who just didn’t know a good thing
when she had it.
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You see clearly, with the sensitivity of a poet. Nice writing, Amanda.