The Dump

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It grew with each passing day
Made of broken dreams,
Wasted hearts and
Plastic memories.
“Can be recycled with hope”
That’s what the sign said.
Oh well, hope was something I could not afford.
A matchstick flared up in the dark
All it took was a flick of the hand..
I turned my back and walked away.
And I never once looked back at the flames.

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