A
drink in her hand,
The
smoke hanging thick,
The
music hot as sand.
I
could feel her body stray,
Searching
for the flesh of a new day.
The
lessons of a new romance.
She
holds my hand as we step to dance.
Clinging
to these old bones
That
no longer induce her moans.
She
smiles as my heart breaks.
Leaving
everything she took
As
she walks away
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