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Apr 2014
as a child
i used to carve gravestones
with each narrow detail
etched carefully in the middle
however gradually
those sullen rocks crumble
and rearrange
beckoning my arrival
so they can be slowly pieced together
yet to my dismay
they have aimlessly sunken
leaving me no choice
but to dig.
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