one night,
a dead frog befrended me.
i should have seen it comming.
he was the one i saw,
better yet, smelt,
and he was covered in maggets.
they ate me,
the frog and his friends.
and at the sight of the slimey creatures,
i cringe.

my fear.

as the time ticks off the seconds,
i anticipate the nw start
at something beautiful.

i just wonder when time will start wasting away.

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