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She looked down the edge
and thought how easy, harmless
like leaning in
when the music is too loud
for lips to touch
like tipping the glass
ignoring the burn
like closing your eyes
hold on tight
like inhaling second-hand smoke
from the one you love the most
like pulling out the driveway
after saying it was all too much
like smudging your lipstick
one last time
like the stain wouldn’t be permanent.
Val Writes 