I’m standing knee deep in years of waste
thrown atop the grave of an unknown soul.
Importance matters not to you
when the life is not relative.
He sleeps restless in a rotted coffin;
blanketed in the arms of roots
that the maggots use for transportation.
He will never be known, but the first trash
ever to lie within this landfill
that reeks of pollution and repressed memories.
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Beautiful lines!🙂
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Thank you ❤ I'm a little rusty
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😇😇My pleasure. God bless you.❤❤
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A lot of pain expressed here, Marysa.
I like it.
And thank you for taking the time to leap from AnElephantCant to my newer blog.
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Thank you ❤ it was my first time writing in a while
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Marysa, can you write up a Halloween scene for the website I have you on.
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