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  • Writer's pictureHil Hoover

through this thin veil

i can almost see you

everything you were

to me and the world

taking shape once more

comforting and terrifying

at once, like so many


i brought you tobacco

despite the fact

that you are only ash


and despite the crisp air

i thought i could smell

suntan oil, you being

a summer kind of


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