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Jun 2015
the night sits cold and crackling
smoke stirs around the edges
anonymous burn
there are certain things
that i remember
my father on some nights
would sit outside
our front door
watching a storm pass
the lit tip of
his cigarette
burning orange against
a ruse of broken glass
PelicanDeath
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PelicanDeath  Utah
(Utah)   
158
   --- and Rapunzoll
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