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Jun 2010
outside my door
underneath the porch light

dozens of beetles
lay on their backs
          reaching for the sky
& i wonder
what gives them
the will to live?

because
          when i feel like a beetle
-all crippled and hung
         over by ***** and emotion

i dont struggle to get back up
on my feet

i just lay there
          waiting.
RIGAAL
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RIGAAL
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