Poem: EMPTY

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An ashtray that holds memories
Cigarette burning,
Thoughts turning.
Ash-filled tray,
Cigarette butts everywhere.
A room full of smoke,
A heart full to bursting of hurt.
The smoke fills me up
Yet leaves me empty
Like my ashtray when the wind blows.
-Smallee

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