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16May07

The city sits solid on a perfect grey backdrop,
dissolving any sense of depth perception
She inhales and casually flicks the loose ashes
from the end of her smoldering cigarette
They fall to the ground, dancing like dirty snow
before resting on the callous cement
save for one, caught by the wind and taken for a ride
It dissapears for a moment, camoflauged
by the seamless expanse of ashen sky
She imagines that it wants nothinig more
than to become part of it, high and lofty and free
But just as she suspects that it has dissapeared
on an unpredictable and beautiful journey
it comes spiraling back into view
first hitting the bricks of the wall then anticlimactically
joining its brethren on the cold pavement

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