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 Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin 
						Talking in bed ought to be easiest Lying together there goes back so far
 An emblem of two people being honest.
 
 Yet more and more time passes silently.
 Outside the wind's incomplete unrest
 builds and disperses clouds about the sky.
 
 And dark towns heap up on the horizon.
 None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why
 At this unique distance from isolation
 
 It becomes still more difficult to find
 Words at once true and kind
 Or not untrue and not unkind.
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