Sacred endings

The effort of overdosing oneself in a place so ruined, so utterly left to crumble and fall into a state of disrepair, seemed ludicrous.

“How I could use a cigarette,’ he thought “some ash to scatter onto these forgotten stone slabs, stir the languor of this motionless air.”

How easily those, whose cracked, dry lips once came here laden with prayers and pleas, were forgotten in the rush for living.

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