Wood splayed together like
crossbones crackling in the summer
night blaze. The evening sky looking like
winter’s salt-sprinkled tar. Chatter was a torrential
downpour as we approached
the bonfire. Remnants of earlier rain
sprinkled lightly over all of us. News
on a forgotten television. Sapped mahogany blocks
burning up and perfuming
the air with its spices. The bittersweet feeling of
the end.
heartbreak and cigarettes 
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