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she left without a trace,
hat on the back of the couch,
cigarette burning in the ashtray,
drink barely touched,
not even a good-bye ….

and I hoped she ran into the best,
all that could be good ____

when she flushed the toilet
and came back in,
laid on the couch,
lifted the cigarette,
and made herself known.

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