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Jan 2019
frozen as a corpse
melting slowly
as a tortoise,
staring blankly,
no remorse,
solemn, silent,
almost done,
dying for
your bit of fun,
and still, still,
as the buried sun.
croob
Written by
croob  23/usa
(23/usa)   
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     Sara Brummer, IG and PoetryJournal
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