Grass

the grass has been my bed for thirty years for thirty years I've felt it grow around me at first I saw the sky and heard the giggles of the lovers in the grass nearby and movement tempted me but I no longer hear the sounds of radios for grass has blocked my ears and I have grown accustomed to the heat and cold this endless night they are my comfort Morgal

 

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