Decay #poetry 

Chasing a spec of dust across the room. Savouring the sunlight that showed me where it lay. And I pick up the pieces as if hey were pieces of a puzzle blowing in the wind. And it runs deep in the solitary confines of my room. 

Four walls and bed where I lay. Staring at a ceiling of stars and moons. Something coming so soon. The decay of a body that’s buried beneath the sheets. 

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