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Feb 2023
Grazes In The Grass
lay in bed
pretend I'm dead
and ask myself
how old I am

I've forgotten again

lay in bed
until I'm dead
the maggots can feast
on muscle and flesh
and creditors can have what's left
Written by
Manx Kronos Pragna  24/M
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