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Recycled Tin

Updated: Apr 9

all those things

we were never told

how children will grow up

to mirror our shadows

and how shadows are

often brighter than

garments of gold

and how our faith will comeback to us

an unexpected night guest

fragile and cold

reminding us of when we

should have stopped

when we should have

walked away

and all the doors

we should have closed

the journey unfolds

in retrospect

and our feet are scarred

with the whispers of the road

we search for home

in recycled tin

and reach out to idols

stifled with mould

all those things

we were never told

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