Repose

Would you do me the honour of letting me wither away on your mind tonight? Let my memory crumble and fall apart like cigarette ashes and then float away on an errant breeze. I’m frost on a windshield, a lost moment stuck in between yesterday and tomorrow. Release me, breathe me out – find your repose.

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