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Beth

she was more of a 
child than a woman
but,
full, ripe and fragrant
just the same

she stood in the half dark
putting
on her clothes

slowly, almost cautiously
it would seem to me -
looking at 
the floor
with her back to the corner

after she left
I sat in the
same damn corner and 
cried for no reason
at all 

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