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html import

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2024-09-24 01:26:43

expired found date

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Open Graph

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afterglow

description

a poetry blog

image

site name

afterglow

author

updated

2026-02-17 12:34:25

raw text

afterglow | a poetry blog afterglow a poetry blog Poetry for a cause…. October 11, 2007 ashes She flicks her last cigarette on the ground and steps on it then grabs a broom to sweep the street of the ashes that remind her of him. She doesn’t stop until the asphalt is clean– no filters left in the ditch, until there is only the quiet that comes after the sound of the last embers fizzle out like her memories of him: how he loved to smoke after they made love, how in turn, she loved to watch him hold fire at his fingertips without getting burned, how the smoke he inhaled through his nose always looked like they were tendrils of her hair he loved to smell. She sweeps these thoughts into her dustpan and allows herself to only recall the sound of her voice when she promised to quit smoking at his death bed. Dear readers, Please sign this petition I authored. I really need your help in getting this message out. I will be eternally grateful. -rax ==...

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