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Ashtray by the Door
Footsteps pause before the wooden frame,
a hesitant dance on worn-out tiles.
The air thickens with unsaid words,
as the ashtray overflows with yesterday's smoke.
A quiet observer, I watch the scene unfold,
seeking honesty, not beauty in the pause,
wondering what truths linger in silence…The door remains shut, a silent witness,
to the …