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         Twin Junkyards my favorite decaying drastic.
          One virtual, other materialistic.
          Both are almost abandoned yet nostalgic.
        Nice attire once adorning me now pale torn 
        Gifts from loved ones, once adored now useless broken
       Bunch of old letters losing touch not to be thrown.
      Lost interest in treasures once desired, preserved. 
     Cards, Notebooks, Mementos, Albums, Prizes seeming weird.
     In last phase all are destined to lie in favorite junkyard.    
       Forgotten Love, Lost memories, virtual aspect
      Loss, separation, suffering, failure to accept
      or unfulfilled wish not to discard but be kept. 
      Breach of promise or nasty betrayal to look
     False commitment or ingratitude of a crook
     Piercing pricking seeking shelter in junkyard nook.
      Arden ardor of long-lost amour tending to get inert.
      Impossible to rewind bygone days yet not to let apart,
      all settled in favorite junkyard lying in abyss of heart. 

 'My Favorite Junkyard'    Contest by   craig cornish

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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