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迷途篇 Going Astray
Grief
Ghastly leaden darkness
attacks sneakily,
almost engulfing you
with overwhelming suffocation.
Fighting and struggling,
declare war to the dingy force.
Frail one
is too weak to stand competition.
Taste the pleasure of victory the last second,
then, to be poured down with
pains of being defeated utterly the next second.
Listless stem
withers
under the glaring sun
without a drop of water preserved.
The soil reluctantly
bury your rotten remains
by dust
in a gust of wind.
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