Did
you love them Caddy did you love them
A
voice weeping steadily and softly beyond the trilit door
The
twilight-colored smell of honeysuckle
Then
we were all poisoned
One
minute she was
That’s
the way women do things
Nothing
is even worth the changing of it
Women
are never virgins
But
if it was that simple to do it wouldn’t be anything
And
if it wasn’t anything what was I
The
denial of the significance they should have affirmed
No
but they’re all bitches
Did
you ever have a sister did you did you
And
no Compson has ever disappointed a lady
With
a blundering sense of noblesse oblige
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