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Jun 2014
He knelt down beside the nightstand
and gathered cigarettes smoked down
to the filters in his growing hands.
Loose ash stained his palms  
as he moved the butts to one hand
and slid a coffee cup closer with the other.
He stood upβ€”his eyes barely met
the drawers' brass handlesβ€”and placed
the makeshift ashtray on top.
C S Cizek
Written by
C S Cizek  Williamsport
(Williamsport)   
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