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the morning after

cigarette ash, pillow case, make-up, steel





Year of creation

The gentle heat of my blanket hugs my body

My cheek set in the softness of my pillow

Sun tickling my face

A hollow sound of the last song in my ears

Flashbacks hammering in my brain

The taste of a mixture of faded flavors

The smell of old ash clings on my hair

Pain in my feed from the stilettos I was wearing last night

Gummy eyes impossible to open

Parched lips with a red pattern from the lipstick

What stays when the party ends

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