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Aug 2016
Ash
I’ve been scolded at before
while smoking in front of public places,
but today she
stared at me with a
cold look and bitterness,
were you sent
to school smelling like
the couch cushions and bedsheets
and your mothers hair?
was it the ash trays beside dinner plates
and squinted grins through dancing fog
watching television with your ears?
no silence came only burning lungs
and showers, breathing with your eyes?
I’m sorry, I tried blowing smoke
the other way.
Mitch Nihilist
Written by
Mitch Nihilist  Toronto, Canada
(Toronto, Canada)   
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       ---, ashes, George Anthony, unknown, Glass and 2 others
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