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Ashtray Full of Ashes
A child's laughter leaks through the walls,
like a confession slipping out,
the bus window frames my view,
as if I'm looking at a world I once knew.An ashtray rests heavy with forgotten smoke,
each flake a memory burnt away,
I watch, detached, from my moving seat,
accepting loss without reason or delay.