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Trash Compactors

Lips compressing

the heart's fruit,

contents squeezed

by hate's trash compactor.

 

Bled of pulp,

it pumps toxins,

until eyes

see only garbage dump

world.

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  • going nowhere
    June 24, 2008
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    excellent... wow... trash compactor...makes me think.


  • lowercase prelude gold member
    June 24, 2008
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    wow. brilliant poem. such creative metaphors and great imagery.