Mud of the Lost
My mind slips into a somber mud;
It consumes my feet before taking on my calves,
I wish's and remember when's keep me wading through,
The mud of the lost-
Such concern I held for you,
Then my thighs are enveloped and my throat began to close,
My organs slip out through my parched lips-
And the gnoochi started to bubble on the stove,
I miss,
My eyes began to leak blood-
The bleak future uncertain;
I am consumed,
Farewell.
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