Morbid. Moribund. Memento mori. In spring, the petals I walk on turn
to ash. In summer, I rot the fruit. I embody death. I am tremendous.
Tremble.
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Morbid. Moribund. Memento mori. In spring, the petals I walk on turn
to ash. In summer, I rot the fruit. I embody death. I am tremendous.
Tremble.
Read it in Sepia