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Nov 2014
First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet,
but later, I was a can of soda,
that became squashed by your feet.
Empty and with nothing else to give,
someone found me,
and recycled me
to become a keychain in their hand.
Nov 23, 2014
Written by
Everlasting
491
   Earthchild
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