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Jan 2015
A deft ripple from my thumb flicked
ash to the wooden slates under my feet.
With a joint held between two numb fingers
I ruminated over the many things in life
traveled down the haunted hallways of my mind
all the while musing over the fact that
we don’t know what we don’t know.
Each thought was accompanied with
the exhalation of smoke and a dropped
bit of spent **** every now and then.
With the pain smothered
beneath a blanket of smoke
the Oregon’s early morning chill
the remembrance of past things
failed to sting as severely.
In the end a pile of gray soot lay at my feet.
Maybe I should get an ashtray
and use it to store my thoughts.
Chloe
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Chloe  25/Cisgender Female
(25/Cisgender Female)   
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