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Deaths Smokey

Cloud......

Smoke filled my eyes, 

burned my lungs.

Took away the colours , 

Turned it all to grey.

It moved with the wind.

Leaving behind,

blackened remains.

It clung to my clothes

Like a cape, made in hell.

It's an image, I try to forget.

But it's hard.

For, whenever I see, grey smoke.

I remember....

That

Smell.....

Giajl © Jim Love