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She falls from balance, sometimes,
Stemming from the place
Your shoes would rest
Or old attic boxes
Not quite thrown away.
She shows me the sunken skin
On her ring finger
Left by the crown she wore at your side.
Turning around or averting
Her gaze, she calls you
Unconditional, her first,
Then giggles, plays with 
The hair on my neck - lips
Burning to my ear
Telling me the same statement
She never meant
With you.