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Decay

The fire has gone cold. The kind that eats like maggots The kind that rots like wood Do you see it burning? Too slow to be feared Too hard to be controlled It eats everything. It is hunger. It is greed. It's coming for you. Once it's done with me.

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rin

Filipino

Published: Jun 16, 2013
LinesWords: 1250

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