Swamp Man

Swamp Man

High and mighty color

In our bodies.
Many cells are born and dying.
Nothing can keep the shape of itself.
One day, rapid change began.
He died, and he was reborn.
I’ll ask you a question.
“Why do you exist?”
This is
Swamp man

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