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Oct 20, 2011 19:53

She came to pick up her clothes today.

When I came home there was no sign of her ever having been there.
Except a pile of neatly folded items I haven't seen in a month
(so that's where those sweatpants were)
Topped with two tickets to that concert we were supposed to go to.
No note
No gesture of good will
The bed was not made.
The drawers she had filled were empty except
For a pair of keys
And the faint smell of spice and sadness
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