I threw away
the old, stale curry leaves,
the old, stale bread.
I threw away
the old, stale news-
papers half unread.
I threw away
old, empty bottles,
their promises unslaked.
I threw away
some old, empty dreams
that were keeping me awake.
I threw away
the skeletons, but they
refused to go,
piling up their
old, stale bones
to barricade the door.
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