The Dump...

Bags are filled with wasted efforts

Flies circle exiled thoughts and shoot down freedom.

The lost teddy bears of childhood,

Are suddenly found in a messy heap

Beetles crawl escaping the smell of failure

The yellow monster tramples lies and chews on idiotic dreams

Mumbling its list of heartfelt regrets and

Staring in jealousy,

At the happiness of sand and sea

The End

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