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a pair of shoes wait by the door
the air tastes like curry and she
can't remember the last time she ate.
today a tiny paper cut
bleeds everything away from the core
but last night she believed in love
in a greek man's allegory
and the naming of body parts.
now she shivers
watches her hands shake
fumbling and unsteady as they
hold the cigarette to her lips.
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