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Dead Bug Skeletons

A poem of longing for Day 14 of November

Closed up in here

No dirt, no grass

Just man-made walls

And dirty lights with

Dead bug skeletons

Decaying slowly.

(It even kills them.)


© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved


A wild soul writing poetry.

8 thoughts on “Dead Bug Skeletons

      1. You won’t believe it, that’s my exact thought! It’s nice to see me here!! Haha, bad jokes aside, how are you doing, jilly! Life is settling down for me a bit, so I hope I’ll be more often here!

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