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Aug 2021
Black and milds
Mask the darkness
Of a cold, rainy,
Starless night.

They fill my lungs
The way that headlights
fill the fog,

Leave bits of Ashes
In the cushions -
Glowing, then gone

Now all that is left
Is a hole in the seat,
And a smell I can't get rid of.
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky  25/F/Philadelphia
(25/F/Philadelphia)   
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