Eventual Decay - Poem by Charlie Baetjer
I see, I turn away.
I close my eyes.
Iam blinded I do not know.
i open my eyes.
Family in tow.
To walk along is to walk alone.
Flesh, skin, and rotted bone.
I pull away.
I go astray
I look inside eventual decay.
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