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Thoughts

silhouettes of stray dogs on the horizon
strut about the streets
a cold eastern wind blows
bringing cruel june's heat

as I lay in bed forgotten and alone
my skin rots off, I turn to bone
vermin gather to feast
vultures out the window
maggots leeching out
i have wasted my life

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