The heart is a
landfill
Littered with the
decaying revenge
Of inadequate
reflections
Projected across
everything that's seen
Choking on the scar
tissue of
Recycled meaning
that was never bothered
To be understood in
the first place
Waste that was not
meant for anyone
Yet was bathed in
until it was forgotten
Where it was, or is
going to
Choose whatever is
wanted
But know that there
can be better
Than this garbage
that has been created
For nobody
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