The remains of a horse drawn cart
Wooden planks tattered, old from time
Somehow more preserved compared to my previous find
I dug further
Deeper and deeper
My heart beating quicker
My stomach became more and more sicker
Until it all faded away
There was nothing I could say
Just staring at that which laid
The sickening remains
To that I shall not tell more
But this sight I shall never forget
By this pit I sit
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