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Sep 4
She was his ivory button down shirt
Fresh from the dry cleaners
Soft and gleaming.

And he drank red wine at dinner
Pouring it hastily
Letting it slosh and splash.

Bringing it up to his mouth
He lets it seep past his lips
Dribble down his chin.

If he stains her it’s ok
He will throw her out
And get a new shirt.
Written by
Mara  24/F/Oklahoma
     Bogdan Dragos, TSPoetry and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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