Empty tin can in the street,
Steer clear of the car,
Broken and beat,
It could’ve gone far.
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The places it could go,
Endless Possibilities,
The things it could know,
With all of its facilities.
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Doubt came to pass,
I might not like it there,
Hurt from broken glass,
People might just stare.
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They won’t possibly understand,
I know it was happening,
Talk gets the backhand,
And I start unravelling.
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Emma Prince
