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Alex Hanna
Poems
Aug 2018
Pile of ****
All alone I stew and sit
Digging through a pile of ****
Ever-growing, more foul than before
A sight and stench I've grown to abhor
From here and there, from cracks all around
Steaming and screaming an excruciating sound
I do the things I need to survive
If I'm to make it out alive
With hands, fingers I toss and scoop
And no, this poem is not about ****
Written by
Alex Hanna
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