I Write Short Stories and Poems

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[c=#004A59]Mellowed Marsh[/c]

[c=#008099]Here you lay, decomposing
Rest, nothing familiar
In death rather than life, posing
Absence is something else, peculiar
Rest, something frightening, opposing
One says otherwise, liar
Yet you find yourself here, dozing
What might be lacking, fire[/center][/b][/c]