all_that_debris_of_a_life
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you
take
it
with
you
wherever
you
go
,
for
as
long
as
it
lasts,
leaving
some
pieces
behind
here
and
there
as
you
shed
your
old
skin
on
your
way
to
the
next
temporary
resting
place
, strengthening
your
upper
back
,
until
strength
turns
to
stiffness
from
age
and
the
stress
of
too
many
moves
and
you
start
to
wonder
what's
worth
purging
and
what's
worth
keeping
around
,
because
there
aren't
boxes
enough
to
hold
all
that
debris
of
a
life
you
keep
hauling
around
.
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unhinged
i've
been
known
to
hide
boxes
in
cupboards
when
i
don't
want
to
carry
them
anymore
but
i'm
not
quite
ready
to
dump
them
altogether
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even
harder
when
it's
metaphorical
debris
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granite
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Tourist
Often
just
set
on
the
curbside
upon
Our
Demise
the
aquisitions
of
a
Lifetime
too
Overwhelming
for
Our
Survivors
to
Process
through
Grief
.
And
so
these
things
slowly
evaporate
into
the
shopping
carts
of
the
homeless
or
the
gaping
Maw
of
the
Garbage
Truck
.
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meaning
lost
for
their
Context
was
Known
by
You
Alone
.
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...
unhinged
i
try
to
put
it
in
the
trash
can
where
it
belongs
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sometimes
i
still
litter
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