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Poems
Sep 2018
Trash
In her hand I ride the tracks. Time stamped with no use-by
date.Β Β An bus ticket torn in two, it's impossible to forget you.
The empty coke bottle spins inside, the apple-pie's half eaten.
Your shoes all scuffed. Your hat still crushed. The wall from which you fell.Β Β The orange peel hidden in your bag.
This picture frame is soon to be trashed.
Written by
Al
M/UK
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