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Oct 2017
Worms eat the dirt in
front of them
and leave their ****
behind them.
It is a ******,
yet noble existence.
And when the sun comes up
the robin will pull
yet another juicy one
out of the soil.
Until then,
leave me behind, love.
Eat your dirt, love.
Andrew Philip
Written by
Andrew Philip  27/M/Denver, CO
(27/M/Denver, CO)   
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