pouring out along
the edge
squandered supplies
piled used and high
gaping pits
spent expectations
lost looming loops
of pride booming
need, aside
one generation's
dream passed
to the next
dented bent unrelenting
doom brittle cellophane
crisply cold outside
molded within
contents spoiled
one way of living
shot full of holes
an empty sieve
while the work
flows thru turns
bleeding weeping
slow burns.
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