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Afternoons after

I've been stealing stale air
from your coffin,  
breathing it onto passers-by  
to see them turn black,  
dry up and crack.  
 
But they just carry on,  
plodding to the shops  
bringing back their plastic bags  
and sympathetic smiles.  

I hope it rains today.  
Written by Razzerleaf
Published
Author's Note
Life after the death of a loved one
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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