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the dirt on my hands resembles blood. i've gotten too good at this. my shovel kisses the earth. one more returns to where we all began. the blood is dirt, the dirt is blood. these hands are rough & the shovel knows more than it should.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
rough hands
the dirt on my hands resembles blood. i've gotten too good at this. my shovel kisses the earth. one more returns to where we all began. the blood is dirt, the dirt is blood. these hands are rough & the shovel knows more than it should.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
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