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Poetry

Parasite


Walking away is the first step they say
So close, the personal inside is gone
It doesnt make any sense
Developing, Deepening the hold
Engulfing every fragile inch
Standing still, here now
Watching as the stirring effects take hold
Cursing every piece of solitude
Nothing will remain
Nothing will stay the same
Rotting takes place
Oh so gently at first
Menacing in the end
Causing everything to wither
Wilt and die
It makes perfect sense
Staying is the only solution
So the insides surely fade
All source of self
Gone

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