From the day I started recycling
I fill my trash bin
With old dreams
Gathered in antiquated worlds
Poems from a completed past
Muted and erased
they had drowned
Remembered pain released with burdens
I am lost in the mist
Unnamed, without subsistence
Perished in silence
The proof of this
Hidden in a trash bin
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