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Compact

She lifts the compact
To frame her face in 1920’s gold
As her hair falls in velvet ribbons
I kiss her lips
She pulls away
Fading distant
‘Til she’s gone
And I’m
Alone
But I can almost see the glint in her eye as she says
“Someday”




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