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THEME: SURVIVAL - THAT IS THE ONLY SURVIVING WAY THAT I KNOW.
The mountain of rubbish smell and when the wind blows made it worse. Hands of mine, kept on digging and digging. Remembering that there are still brothers and sisters of mine, waiting for food to be put on the dinner table. Oh, when can I be free from this. Dreaming of better times, that was so far away. But meanwhile I need to dig and dig to feed brothers and sisters of mine.
Survival; within the limits of my world there are treasures to be found. To you it may smell but learning to know the difference may lead me to the truffle hidden in the pile. Yes it's hard to put food on the table from such a pile, with hard work and know how who knows what can be found. I may dream of finding the crown; or a golden chair to sit on down, but dig on I will till something else show itself. The limits of my world need not be just this pile.
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