Poem 21:31

21:31

Pump me full of

life that decays

away before you

find use of

me.

Leave me waiting

to be needed while

my insides turn

poisonous and

force foam from

my holes.

When nothing is left,

and your waste is

discovered, will

you fix me?

Or give up

entirely?

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