Bin

Photos on the wall

Grinning albums in our drawer

Expensive rings and cheap words

Gentle limbs that struck like swords

I weep, I weep

Upon this heap

of disposed trash once revered

I press against my chest

all that you bequeath

– To wear that lot, I assume the shape

Of a frail shadow, a humbled throe

of a man in defeat

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