Anthracite

One adjusts and tugs on their shirt
as if it makes all the difference
smoothing out imaginary wrinkles
while holding onto perceived dignity

The atmosphere has changed
and they try to deny it
with all their heart

The smile thrown their way
makes them smile in hopeless hope
but the cold is there and is the cause
of ones chin resting on their chest

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