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Jan 2021
Spring breeze flows as we awake,
In this cursed we slither,
Wander among untold land
So we go about unplan

Blooming flowers mark the time,
For beauty to wilt and die,
Beneath the ashes rotted, decay,
Rise again as always.

New replace the old,
To clear out rotting death,
Is there beginning in birth?
Only to be corrupt by toxic decay.

Pass down by generation,
Wheres our independence?
If fated to be carried by sheer pressure
What’s the point of rebirth?

Tainted by decay,
Our world falls apart,
Predecessor guide
Became shackles

Such is our legacy.
I want your own interpretation please
Written by
Alifmun  18/Non-binary/Wallowing in my fantasea
(18/Non-binary/Wallowing in my fantasea)   
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