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Reduced, Reused, Recycled

empty bottles and identities
a rattling collection of previously loved names
these relics, my relations, my lives,
convenient consumption to rake your raving hungers
the bin is fragile fake but blue is a lie.
so how much more until collapse?

collapse is the objective.
conscience an excuse.
remove them! every one!

before we hear these all again.

take what you can carry,
    dear garbage man
but what you drop, leave on the curb to rot.

this puddle of putrescence,
this much is mine.

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  • daydreamdisaster
    September 5

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    This is a really good write, it made me think quite a bit which i really like. Great word structure and it has a great flow to it. Nice work.