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michelle reicks
Poems
Jun 2011
recycling man
I am his soda; he drinks me in
caresses me with his hands
brushes lips against me
for the period of bliss, life is heaven
Pure Ecstasy
I am his soda
Until one day, unexpectedly
he drops me
on the pavement- Crunch! with his foot.
he tosses me carelessly
into a bin. He threw me in.
He threw me away.
I am an empty, crushed soda can.
The recycling man soon arrives
melting me, molding me back into myself
He fills my soul with something
bubbly and sweet
So here I'll wait
for a boy who won't crush me up
But instead, pour more Love into his cup.
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michelle reicks
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