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Sunset Gun/The Second Oldest Story

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Sunset Gun (1928)
by Dorothy Parker
The Second Oldest Story
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The Second Oldest Story


GO I must along my waysragged,
Though my heart be ragged,
Dripping bitter through the days,
Festering, and jagged.
Smile I must at every twinge,
Kiss, to time its throbbing;
He that tears a heart to fringe
Hates the noise of sobbing.
·······Weep, my love, till Heaven hears;
Curse and moan and languish.
While I wash your wound with tears,
Ease aloud your anguish.
Bellow of the pit in Hell
Where you’re made to linger.
There and there and well and well—
Did he prick his finger!