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Alone and logging Still and cold Lays a giant, once majestic And calm The pool around them is green and stale It smells of old and rotten fish The giant doesn’t move, It doesn’t make a sound All it sees is green They only movement being it cell mate, Another smaller giant in their family As the season change the weather comes and goes, The giant stays logging, Not moving until in need of air Slowly, it rots away There is no one to care, No one to watch them jump and play No one to have a family with Finally, it comes to an end The giant lets itself sink, Letting the rotting feeling take over And finally relaxes, Going back to life before captivity
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
Rotten by Sarah Wildermuth
Alone and logging Still and cold Lays a giant, once majestic And calm The pool around them is green and stale It smells of old and rotten fish The giant doesn’t move, It doesn’t make a sound All it sees is green They only movement being it cell mate, Another smaller giant in their family As the season change the weather comes and goes, The giant stays logging, Not moving until in need of air Slowly, it rots away There is no one to care, No one to watch them jump and play No one to have a family with Finally, it comes to an end The giant lets itself sink, Letting the rotting feeling take over And finally relaxes, Going back to life before captivity
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Mar 11, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
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