Day 23:

I keep a brass bowl of paperclips

from a man that didn't

want to even give all of it away

but he had to because

there was no use for anything

like that anymore


sometimes I stare at it

and wonder if that

will be my fate

when things I used

become weight

and useless


things that aren't things

that I'll give up

defeated


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