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it almost seems
i would forget a
long streching tragedy.

door hanging open,
the light from a startled
fades off,
eyes adjust.

i recall
scratches along my skull
lungs heavy with poison
skin leathered by a relentless sun.
how nature doesn't care
if i'm comfortable.

how comfortable
is not neccessarily optimum.