Dad’s AshtrayA Poem by Alexandria Miller
I used to hold jewelry
In it, as a child Lip glosses, pins, notes. Sometimes I forget it was yours Today I remembered. Smoking a cigarette Listening to the creek From the highest balcony. I can’t leave this behind I think, worried of all the things I’ll lose in transition. I can’t lose you. © 2018 Alexandria Miller |
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1 Review Added on July 5, 2018 Last Updated on July 5, 2018 AuthorAlexandria MillerMilwaukee, WIAboutSocial Work major, working a s****y part time job and always juggling the nonstop circus of life. I would be a bad circus act in this case. If you’re going to scream, scream at the top of yo.. more..Writing
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