lights gleam
from square windows
of the commons
shining dim like ants
which I have not seen
faint noises of scrawling
in snow break
vividly into the night
echoing through
the window I left
unclosed
through the gap
I let myself
a single drag of
temporary relief
and I watch the ash
as it falls six stories
down to the ground
covered in fresh
fully clothed snow
disguising the remnants
of the bits
of my flickering sins
from the night before
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