Balloons

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I found another one
He keeps leaving them here,
Sometimes out of sight.
This isn’t the only place
I wonder how many rooms,
Have been so decorated.
The old ones are the worst
They break open if disturbed,
Bodies like balloons.
You see what lives inside
Flesh becomes the soil,
Exhaling stink and maggots.