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Oct 2021
Smoke rises with a puff
which waters the eyes.
Tears run and are smoothed
with balled fists.
Charred scent blackens the air.
Grey lifts in the night to
the light of the open window
where you sit just inside.
Where you listen just inside.
Outside only quiet of crackling fire.
The light inside burns bright with no answer.
Smoke alone enters the house.
Rebecca
Written by
Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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     ---, ---, Salmabanu Hatim, ap and Thomas W Case
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