green_dreams: (Oscar Wilde)
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There is a poem.

I am pretty sure it is by Edna St. Vincent Millay, and am also pretty sure it is a sonnet.

The gist of it is "Yes, I slept with you--it doesn't mean I like you enough to spend time with you now that that's out of my system."

Help?

EDIT: Found! "I, Being Born A Woman and Distressed"
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