slumbering in the fires
28 March 2011
the bottom
has corroded
out of my
tiny tin
heart.
and as with
all broken
rusty things,
they have
their momentary
appeal, like
how could
this thing be
allowed to
get to such
a state.
then they
are regarded
as what
it is that
they are,
junk.
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