reclining

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I leave behind my chalk and clay, that I may mark the earth that way.
A footprint in line and form, my mortal shell to those unborn.
Fossil, relic, blueprint, guide, design of home where I reside.
Mortal coil of strands yet not, all was I  in this form to rot.
Let sleeping dogs lie there, in this form that we share.

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