The Waste Baskets
In me all the discarded substances in the waste baskets,
All the solid waste dirty composts, not discounting the liquid deodorants, repulsive scents,
A gargantuan, terranium, hibernating body machine,
Residing a living vessels, bacterium,
The rain and storm may contain nature,
But lusts, greed, life, purpose and poetry cannot contained me.
I walked the holy sainted demon encrusted body of fire and ice,
Rizonne and the vines to survive.
Uniqueness in substances descarded on the wates baskets
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