Day 208: The Dirty Things
Tarnished! The rebounding devils that make it crack have had at it. I speak only of that trashy thing which housed my only source of warming tingles. The pain will grow and I can't bear to go there. No, please no. I refuse to eat from its loins, that is beyond the beneath of me. Taking my trash can was more than it had beared. The dumpster gave me those good looks like it would happen there. I shall have to find home soon. Not a one person flower beater is looking for me anyways.
"...And It Was My Time..." - Lisa Stewart, 2006
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