not that kind

not that kind

of girl

who’d strip your pockets

empty a wallet from pants

wherever they fell

but she was

the kind of girl

take all your cigarettes

find the hidden bottle

bottom of the wardrobe

walk out for days

sometimes weeks

walk in with a smile

saying nothing

about anything

might’ve happened

expect to pick up

start in over again

until you learned

to change the locks

move across town

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