The Junkyard...Iam Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward

The Junkyard...Iam



passers-by step in to leave fragments of-
they’re messed up-
their messed up unfortunates

caught up in the mystery of the life they
once discovered leaves them
high
and dry
i’ll die.
uninhibited.

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