Adventura, Poetry
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That Girl Who’s Always Alone

She is a woman
with chandelier earrings
She smells like smoke
from last night’s rendezvous
Like his sheets between her teeth
Touching her is like a dream
half remembered
So their memories of her
are half-truths

She walks with gusto
on paths she has never taken
always careful not to give away
calculated moves
That if you’re in her arms tonight
It is only so
because that’s where she wanted you

And through that window
where you see her alone
doing things meant for two
Don’t look on with sad eyes
don’t make up a world
where she needs you
for she is a woman
who’s got a heart
whole
and
content

She’s not waiting for you.

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