Empty Cans
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The high-pitched surges from the mind emittersplatters on the wallwith a buzzas the guest and the host argue endlessly
while the breeze turns silent after a long day
when somewhere else...
appearsas mirages in the desertdunes movingthe trash bins falling in the wind, empty and smellythe soiled wrapping paperwhere a sandwich was to be found
that plastic scratchy soundthe empty can rattlingin the silent side street
cracks showing their edgesin the stark sunlight
as reflections bounceof the wall