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You were
Looking grey
Laying there.
I had to see for myself.
I smell the cigarettes.
He heard
When you called,
Hanging onto the mantle.
You were leaving,
Clutching your heart,
After all those years,
Together.
I stole the chance then,
To kiss your cold cheek.
A taste of what’s to come
For all of us.
No,
Sherri won’t be
Coming back.
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