down on cold ground,
something's odd
and twsited, bound...
Dead body lies
in muddy trench,
naked, crooked,
there's still no stench...
A ragged coat,
anonymously grey,
dropped over,
hides almost nothing from display...
The skin is pale,
hand's frozen in a greet,
on the small finger
pink ribbon's tide up neat...
All that will happen on repeat...
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