Things that wilt.

Trapped in
Drastic filth
I’ve attracted
All the things that wilt.
I’ve insurmountable guilt towards
All of the awards
Life offers.
I’d like to take the girl inside
And off her
I’d like to take the world and hide
It in a box beneath my bed;
But I’d surely forget
Nay forfeit
Its location.

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