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Mar 2018
The world shifts, my toe nails dig deeper into soil.
The city forgot my farm, if it can count as that any more.
Don't blame those who die playing the game.
We are all spinning and loosing our balance.
That's why I prefer to be barefoot.
But there is no dirt to comfort my callused toes.
Janelle Mainly
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