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Dec 2021
You’ve filled every crevice of my mind.
Much like the haze that’s settled into these mountains.
Cradled.
The distance doesn’t make a difference.
You were just blowing it, smoke.
Disappointment will dissipate.
Winter is on its way,
I feel it in my chest.
Audrey Asfazadour
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