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The Good Girl

I've used all the words.
Familiar phrasings.
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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