Jordan~ wrote:"It was dark; I was drunk and half-dead,
and we slept, knocking heads,
sitting up in the star-smoking air,
knocking heads like buoys.
Don't you worry for me!
Will you have one on me?
Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass
to how you made me fast
and expendable;
and I will drink to your excellent health,
and your cruelty.
Will you have one on me?
—helpless as a child,
when you held me in your arms,
and I knew that no other
could ever love me"
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