Zywa
All of me
Ballast or log, significance
or waste, all of me
that I have kept
because I don't know what I want
to save, every day I am busy
living and I just let it rest
I've put all my stuff out of the way
the books I'll never read again
the old pictures, the crayons
a chair and beautiful puzzles
all of me that's passed
neatly stowed away
in labeled boxes
but without any importance
whether they contain anything
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