Smouldering

The scene is set for whatever transpires...

A window, wet and streaked
by rain,
condensated
pane.

On the sill a cheap necklace,
sock & ashtray.
Filled to the brim, with fag ends,
Smouldering.

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There are only one hundred real people in the world, the rest are cardboard cut-outs.

Perhaps you are one?