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She walked around the mountains of discarded objects She kicked a can coated in clumps of dirt And stopped short near a broken TV box It was one of the kinds you saw lying in an anitque shop Or your grandparent's attic It had the plastic wood on the sides And single knob to turn up the volume It's glass screen had a spilt directly in the center It looked like a beat-up old television set from the 70's But to Addie It seemed to be an ancient artifact A secret mirror to the events of the past She twisted to the kob gently Trying not to break it off Though that seemed nearly impossible Considering its condition She put her hand through the cracked glass And felt the wires tickle her fingers She ran her fingers down the side of it's plastic exterior And the dust gathered instantly Addie smiled to herself Then lightly tapped its base with the foot of her ragged sneakers She tilted her head to the side And gave it another thorough overview
Addie squinted her eyes Then let out a muted gasp She finally realized why the TV was so intriguing As old and worn as it was Addie was just like it The TV had seen it's better years And displayed better views It brought people happiness once before Now it just lay in the dirt Rotting away its final years The TV could not be saved The crack in the glass was much to large And the plastic was much to weathered But Addie was only a young woman She had many more opportunities She picked at the holes in her jeans And felt her soft skin beneath Before to long That skin woud be creased And spotted with age She must get a move on She must move on From this life of torment and boredom She put her finger to the glass And drew a smiley face in the dust that coated its exterior Addie made a promise to herself that day To never end up like the TV She never wanted to be forgotten Or slowly decaying in an unsuspecting corner of a dump
Valley of Discarded Objects
By Rhyme, for No Reason
