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The garbage in my room Smells like embarrassment It’s the hot Cheetos bag that sits in my desk It’s the q-tips with earwax The ideas that float around in my head And my roommates toenail clippings The garbage in my room Clutters the free space Taking up room that it should not take The shopping bags and boxes That held beautiful things Now empty and cumbersome The garbage in my room Takes up my memory Forgotten blog posts and poems Fill the hard drive in my brain Silly thoughts and quips Only attempt to clear it out The garbage in my room Sits in the can Thinking of ways to grow Out of proportion Waiting to spill out onto the floor And start crawling up the walls The garbage in my room Needs to be taken out.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Time to Clean up.
The garbage in my room Smells like embarrassment It’s the hot Cheetos bag that sits in my desk It’s the q-tips with earwax The ideas that float around in my head And my roommates toenail clippings The garbage in my room Clutters the free space Taking up room that it should not take The shopping bags and boxes That held beautiful things Now empty and cumbersome The garbage in my room Takes up my memory Forgotten blog posts and poems Fill the hard drive in my brain Silly thoughts and quips Only attempt to clear it out The garbage in my room Sits in the can Thinking of ways to grow Out of proportion Waiting to spill out onto the floor And start crawling up the walls The garbage in my room Needs to be taken out.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
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