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Mar 2017
unholy earth, dark with stein,
unformed loam at birth;
a worded child of mud;

fingernail skinned blacklack eyes
peek out of a ball of wet slam,
a groundling that waves like a black branch

across the sleeping fields,
see a shadow under the cold grass,
near in sight under a crust of frost.
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Azaria, Kyle and Keith Wilson
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