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May 2015
There she sat
cross legged
on the
neatly made bed.

She held the Wine
bottle and a lit cigarette
in one hand.

And used the other to
slowly
pick the lint
off the comforter
while humming
a song
I'd never heard .
A B Perales
Written by
A B Perales  San Pedro Ca.
(San Pedro Ca.)   
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