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Atmosphere


the long gray days have come

as I walk under the dense clouds
through these woods I once loved
an atmosphere of loss weighs me down
like a rock
even the moss has lost it's color

the silence
sounds like screaming
there's not even a rustling of leaves

death shall live here soon

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