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the ashes which had once been so beautiful,
so perfect,
are fluttering to the ground
in lopsided pirouettes.
you're outside my window
for some
reason.
you try to catch them
reaching for things you'll never get.
i watch these attempts, smirking,
and i notice too late;
already i'm grasping at the handle of the ice bucket
i'm pushing the window open
further
further
and crying,
"i hate to tell you this,
but,
holy balls,
love,
your hair,
it's on
fire."
so perfect,
are fluttering to the ground
in lopsided pirouettes.
you're outside my window
for some
reason.
you try to catch them
reaching for things you'll never get.
i watch these attempts, smirking,
and i notice too late;
already i'm grasping at the handle of the ice bucket
i'm pushing the window open
further
further
and crying,
"i hate to tell you this,
but,
holy balls,
love,
your hair,
it's on
fire."
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