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Vase
I've been replaced by another.
Thrown in the trash.
No one cares.
Where I'm headed now,
I don't even know.
I used to stand there like a statue.
I was the one who held the flowers
and when I was empty,
People used me as a penny jar.
Do they notice I'm gone?
Will they ever notice?
All I did was stand there pretty.
I hung my head down low
Like that wilting flower that once inhabited me.
That was thrown out too.
I wondered whatever happened to it?
What a sad, sad flower.
Boy, do I miss it.
