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Then one day

you wake up smothered in accumulation

you never needed

will go untouched

growing dusty

and you realize

that you too are dusty with age

unused undesirable

and no one will care

except those hired to remove the waste

the trunk loads

stench regrets remains refuse junk

so much promise

unfilled

shiny treasured twinkling trinkets

collections meant to grow in value

sacred writings for the ages masses

taut thighs hairy balls turned grey

clasping grasping wet hot moments

dim buried dying

now dust covered with dust

offered up cluttering the curb

cardboard sign with felt tip letters

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