Death

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Disgust

relentless and fearful distrust

dull, lacking in lust

eyes coated in dirt and dust

decay

rotting, peeling away

edges beginning to fray

within your own soil you lay

decompose

beating heart has froze

blood, a withered rose

cold and white-tipped nose

dying

sticky face from crying

lungs no longer trying

heart distantly denying 

dead

flesh heavy as lead

no more static filled head

veins left unfed

disgust, decay, decompose, dying

dead

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