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Feb 2021
words are as worms digging deep into the loam of my mind
fertilizing its sterile soil but leaving too many weeds behind
My hand is the ***** that digs deep into my heart and soul
my ink the deep dye of metaphor that makes of imagination
a garden, scintillating in its beauty, breathtaking, and whole
sheila sharpe
Written by
sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
       Crow, Bogdan Dragos and Carlo C Gomez
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