Quivering digits meet polycarbonate keys.
Ragged breaths, they quicken;
they rise! They fall! They rise!
They fall.
Grass sways violently in the tropical storm; it howls
as each ripple sweeps across the forlorn field.
Scented corpses abound, strewn around
carelessly. I couldnt care less-
- I lie
alone in this cold, desolate mess.















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