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Apr 2015
the dirt on my hands resembles blood. i've gotten too good at this. my shovel kisses the earth. one more returns to where we all began. the blood is dirt, the dirt is blood. these hands are rough & the shovel knows more than it should.
gabriel bates
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gabriel bates  pittsburg, ks
(pittsburg, ks)   
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   Marisa Lu Makil, L and Dreamer
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