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Jan 2019
Earth sound
Memories of big bang creation
Cremate the moment

It was born
With these words

Meant for earth worms from soil
That you can't ever seem to find
With hands dry
Emptiness of holes burrowed

Searching to be continued

Wait for the rain to come & the days after
Two muddy hands & a full bucket

Constructed carry of warehouse machine
Plastic pellets & hardened beads....
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Chris
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Chris  34/M/San Antonio TX
(34/M/San Antonio TX)   
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   Tanya Louise
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