The Cold Swamp

January 29, 2020

Bitter is the cold, cold swamp

It brings only a feverish bed full of moss and muck

The willows of its land weep over the dead

It sends its wisps to infect the land of the clean to bring its deadly handkerchief

Toxic and poisonous is its tainted water

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