Love and AshA Poem by Sean J. DezseLove and Ash Three days of filth Haven't showered in three days The ash from my cigarettes covers my hands The stench becomes stale Sickening Still you don't love me I don't think you love anyone But you If you did It would be me Not the hollow low-lives Pretending to be Any more than the ash I kick under my feet
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StatsAuthorSean J. DezseOHAboutI love to write to help understand myself and others. For me, writing is a way to try and make sense of the illogical: life. more..Writing
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