A faint cloud of perfume
And traces of sweet talc
Well-worn lipstick
Her best jewelry gone
The glass box open
With beads spilling over
Left in such haste
Why had she slipped away
There’s no time to waste
Clues such as keys
A phone, a clutch
How far can you go
Not having much

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