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Sacks rise up like mountains
Barefoot still I climb
Sifting through your fractured lives
Holding one more day,
Trash falls down like poison
Through my open hands
Clutching moments I can’t know
One more sunrise seen,
Hooking on to your waste
Plastic emptiness
Scraps to keep the grave away
Sunset falling flat,
A life invisible
Hidden from your eye
As trash once more returns to trash
Wasted youth too soon.