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From head to toe
He left
He went
Behind, in mud
Murrain of muddy traces followed
feeding the yester
a sight of sweat was thrown by him aback
while bent by dripping weight,
flooding the gunge behind
His next step sunk into the endless mud
That he’s besmirching as I walk
human, stemming the inhuman 

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