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She tastes gone
as done,
no thought of wait,
of escape
She’s not caught,
she’s not even
here
She stares down
her now, chooses
exactly
what air to breathe
when
and who, today,
can exist
It’s all but over,
the leaving.
Already, she’s not
looking back.
She sees, knows
the next and then
and more;
no questions
All she needs
of you,
is a room, a door
and an open window
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