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All The Things She Has
She has blood red lips and black knee high stockings. Her hair is brown and curled, just like yours. Her eyes though, they give her away; they’re grey, a dull grey. Not like the blue-grey with the sparks of yellow in yours.
She’s a poor substitute for you, with her too-skinny waist and her too wide hips.
She doesn’t sound like you, has none of your class, and gives out her name (Lauren, a dirt common name), to any fool with $50.
When she comes, (with unbecoming groans) I wonder how I ever found the strength to let you go.
Thomas is a good man, that was my first thought of him. I didn’t know him, as they say, from Adam, but I knew he was a good man.
Maybe a better man than me.
I set you up. “I’ve got a friend,” I said, “she’s a little high maintenance, she’s been hurt so often, and will kill me if she finds out I’m doing this, but I think you’d be good for her.”
He was – is.
He makes you smile in ways that I never could.
So, I kiss these blood red lips (never as soft as yours were) and rip away black knee-high stockings (you’d say they’re worth more than I am if I tried it on you), and pretend…