Displaying a forlorn appearance,
shrouded in darkness and despair.
A short, lean frame, encased in black and graying skin,
gnarled by years of wear and weathering;
Dull, seafoam green eyes calling,
left lying, docile, forgotten on the ground,
forgotten by time,
sitting, watching, waiting;
forgotten.
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