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February 4, 2009 by · No comments

James Jason Dye

Photo: DerrickT

I am disposable paper,
filled with dense vapor
folded into being here.

Lined with wax repel,
a recycled pulp in hell,
to be in gulps, my tears.

My friends are cool machines
filled with the endless rain.
Only thirsty ones appear.

And they take me freely.
Drink my life from me.
Now everything is clear.

They pour my soul down the drain
everything stands so still, the same
degrading in the land fill.

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