two separate loads of garbage
i carry to tip at the dump
one in black to rot
the other in blue with a potential
to rotate before i, myself, perish
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- lost coins
- imperfect faith
- my twisted leg
- living the dying truth
- gazing sky to graze you
- living beyond triumph
- the lost garden
- waves
- tears
- dark night of the soul
- together we walk
- with broken wing
- hope: merge with the large
- garbage
- protection provided
- a journey
- life enhancing energy
- reaping not the return
- refusal to merge
- emptiness
- road less traveled
- lust for space kills
- killing
- crab without claws
- with gratitude
- long and longer sleep
- lay me to rest
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