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Lo
Poems
Feb 2023
Stale
I feel like the chips
left at the bottom of the bag.
Too much to throw out
but too little to be
the first choice
next time you get hungry.
Waiting there in the pantry
until you get
a strong enough craving
to finish them off.
The longer you leave them
the more stale they get.
You reach down only to find
a shell of what they used to be.
#unwanted
#leftovers
Written by
Lo
23/F/Florida
(23/F/Florida)
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