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Mar 2018
i want to dig out optimism
from the brown marrow
constructing these bones.

strip the faith and belief
from light and dark flesh.

maybe then,
the dirt my feet sink into
wouldn't stretch deeper
around ankles and calfs

until i'm submerged
from the waist up,
neck up.

body buried
thanks to naive hope.
alexis
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alexis  18/F/USA
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