Junk
Today is the day.
The day to put in records.
The day of extrication.
The day of riddance.
My albums are clean.
Swept them before dawn.
My archives are clean.
I reviewed it down.
The photos she left with me.
My ex girlfriend.
All down to ashes.
I set them ablaze.
The rags and tatters.
She left in my wardrobe.
All I set afire.
I watched them turn black.
The chronicle trash she made.
All I want to forget.
I want to take a bath
Back to the market I'm going.
?@ Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
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