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The Good Girl I've used all the words. Familiar phrasings. There. Now there. I hide them, Up my sleeve like an ace, Slipped into the hand When the time is right. And they think me clever, Reminding them Of them. Stained with sweat And cigarette, This table determines me. I play my poker face When to be a good girl, Is all I could ever want.
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