Garbage Dumps – (for #oneshotwednesday )
When only for a second care
Realize you’re trashing life
Won’t make me feel alright
Damp landing filled with fecund will
Truth in fiction taken
There’s something rotting through stank pulp
Burnt stakes may awaken
Congealing molds incubate colds
Scared crows peck for hours
Decaying matter breaks rank ground
Garbage dumps sprout flowers
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