i love my shredder.
that noisy
machine
in the office. it's silver
toothed
mouth devouring
whatever it is i dispose of.
cards and letters.
printed things.
ribbons and bows.
photos.
false memorabilia of
once sentimental things.
how quickly it chews and
spits them out
confetti like.
what was mistakenly
important, is no longer
to be seen.
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