What is trash?
Leftover bits of life tossed to the wayside
Your life stacked here
Their life stacked there
Piles and piles of unwanted memories
Floating along their winding road of ruin
The debris overlaps and smothers
Broken promises and tools of lackluster skill
Refrigerators and picture frames
Electric sorcery of every kind
Cobbled together in a depressing salad
That no one wants to eat
Garbage can be a funny thing
So much of our trash isn't damaged at all
And the only thing that's broken
Turns out to be us
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