Have you ever noticed garbage dumps?
Smell the same or relatively the same
City folks may understand, and I have another take.
They are the smell of decaying gifts exchanged in love, now cast away.
Rotting fruits smell like rotting fruits; everything else smells like something else.
Yet the stench of all garbage dumps feels the same. Have you noticed?
It smells like of the end of love abrupt, or of unexpressed
Cast away in silent undertones, to rot, forsaken
If love rots, we think it doesn't, yet a broken heart does.
There are those who try to heal; they will leave; humanity leaves.
And then we remember that it all smells rotten, like dead dreams , torn letters.
Until the stench becomes unbearable, till we end in agony
Garbage dumps, people change, and time flies.
These remain and smell the same, like a startling reminder of the end.
We all hope; the heart is held gently, yet it breaks over and over again.
And then it is thrown away in these dumps; that is what the smell is.
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