Recycled.

Recycled.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the peels of love
were discarded,
nothing came about
from the composting,
not enriched at all.

The core was rotten.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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oooo...not the kind of love we want to experience, that is for sure.


Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

No not at all, thanks for reading J.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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