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A Wastebasket Holds the Truth

A wastebasket holds the truth An empty bottle of water Drowns itself beside a pale pink layer Of a vacant foundation I peer over the side, Hoping to uncover something More than desertedness But I simply see myself Blank and bare

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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