I lay dead
as though burned
despite the green grass
that covered the ground
and the leaves covering the trees
around me
my world looks faded
like clothes too often washed
too often left in the sun
there are no birds or animals here
no bright orb in the sky
no bees or butterflies
nothing rustles the grass
or tree branches
to distract me
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