Title:  rot

Author:   Wrangwar
Category:   Weird
Keywords:  indifferent

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The feeling in the room
Coming down too soon
It's all gone to roses

Why take the chance?
Step sideways, not forward
The way of avoidance

Concrete foundation
Not shaken but stirred
Tread lightly on broken glass

Pestles and powders
The grass will not grow
Sand will always eat soil

Retaliation inevitable
He's backed into a corner
Adjacent to your own

But the bell will not ring
The canary won't sing
The stew cools to room temperature

It takes to mold and rots



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