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Rising damp

Wheezing in our lungs

Hear the death rattle

I feel it burrowing into me now

I will rot from the inside out

Stop

And think

The things that we have lost

And the things we’ve loved

Doesn’t it

Feel like we were born

Just to bathe in pain

I feel it burrowing into me now

I will rot from the inside out

Feel

Your eyes

Staring into mine

Until the end of time

Fossilized

Interlocking hands

Reclaimed by the land

Were

We born

For anything at all

Are we disposable

I feel it burrowing into me now

I will rot from the inside out