Recycling
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Aparna Chatterjee
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I drain you
Out as the
Sewage of
My life.
I bin you
Out as the
Garbage of
My life.
But the more
I keep trashing you,
You keep recycling
Into me as the tears
Through my eyes…
And the thoughts
In my mind, I so
Vehemently despise.
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