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Septic Situation

I laid in what looked to be the grassy open area where a cabin once stood.
I read awhile.
Slaughterhouse Five.
Could almost feel the history around me,
Enveloping me with its weight.

Weeks later, when telling a friend about that magical moment,
Found out that it was a septic leaching area.

This is no metaphor.
No game.
Just me lounging in shit.

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