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The Widow

He lights a cigarette,
looks out the window,
which reflects the smoke
and his grayish face.

He sees his female neighbor,
who has footed the street
for a sniffing doggy walk.

She's accompanied by the evening,
stars, street lights and drizzle.

Her husband is missing,
because he left her
to be embraced by Heaven.




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Publicerad 2024-02-17 13:39



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