Dead Life

A rusty day, I thought
old and old and old
the pain that clung to the first
only got worse
each day,
each rusty, rusty day.

A spongy night, I thought
soaked and soaked and soaked
the tears that fell the first
only got worse
each night,
each spongy, spongy night.

A dead life, I thought
snatched and snatched and snatched
the life that was lost the first
only got worse
each life,
each dead, dead life.





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