In the lone marsh
Heard words
Only Whispering
Through the mist
Carving a shadow
Most simple
In it's depiction
Of reality-
Based human
Colleting the
Petals...
Of many
Dying
Flowers
Said:
"Hold your breath"
As we fall to ash
Cradled like cravens
In our
Last
Moments
of
Desperation:
Covering our eyes
Hands on our heads
No shelter
No shadow
Just mist
Just missed
& now we die.
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