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I Thought I Was Bottomless
I Thought I Was Bottomless by Kevin Elliott
We are not (or are we?), receptacles for pain caused by others.
If we are, no janitor tends to us or empties us out.
We are filled crumpled plastic, they empty and we sigh full. Returning for seconds.