i pale in comparison, and shy away from all of the white noise. every tarnished bottle cap, and every empty, abandoned snail shell. i fill my existence with nothing but used objects.
what better a purpose for an object used, as i?
i beg, PLEASE! fill all of my holes and be sure to empty them. objectify me. deem me invaluable, then turn me inside out, so you find the solace in knowing there'll be nothing left.
because i won't be a trophy to hang on your wall.
J.F
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