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Nov 2011
they say dreams
are the garbage of your day.

i agree.

considering my life
consists entirely of
garbage,

there is nothing left
to do than to conclude
that yes,

my life is garbage
my dreams are garbage
therefore,
i am garbage.

but garbage gets taken out
and picked up by men
every week.
so I guess I can't be
garbage
after all.
Andressa Leite
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Andressa Leite
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