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digging in, the way your teeth crawl. and latch onto my heart or my hipbone, when we do our thing. digging in, like the first shovel into the earth when burying someone you love. you remember how fresh the soil is, and you think it's ironic and somewhat painful. don't think. don't think. digging in, and you whisper in my ear like you're telling me something no one else knows while you're having your way with me, or I'm doing something to you. don't think. don't think. forget digging, forget the hipbone, forget all of your common denominators. don't think. don't think. and you won't. digging in. digging into fresh soil like there's something worth finding.
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Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
digging in.
digging in, the way your teeth crawl. and latch onto my heart or my hipbone, when we do our thing. digging in, like the first shovel into the earth when burying someone you love. you remember how fresh the soil is, and you think it's ironic and somewhat painful. don't think. don't think. digging in, and you whisper in my ear like you're telling me something no one else knows while you're having your way with me, or I'm doing something to you. don't think. don't think. forget digging, forget the hipbone, forget all of your common denominators. don't think. don't think. and you won't. digging in. digging into fresh soil like there's something worth finding.
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scott-swanger
American
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
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