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hours fly by, guests are leaving
she’s spilled wine all over her faded red dress,
leaving a stain only a few shades darker
i walk you both to the car
tell her to drive safely —
she’s not used to drinking so much

her left hand on the wheel,
right hand on your knee
as she pulls out of the driveway,
i catch you looking back at me

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