No RefundsA Poem by TJBEmotionally cascading to a negative space Disappearing into nothing But the drain plug was weak, worn down by time A drain housed the plug It's clogged with things that don't belong A sink contained the drain People have been chipping away at it Unintentionally, but without a care A simple wall supported the sink But extreme pressures have made it unstable This sink held who I am, metaphorically It did not come brand new Damaged in the packaging, unbeknownst to all There was no refund
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