Burn

Memories
Disinterred,
Propped up,
Stuffed with
Sawdust,
A crude facsimile.
You persist, though
I’ve ripped every stitch
And burned
You in effigy.
You exist as
Ash and smoke
Ash and smoke
To choke the
Hopeless.

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