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We were lying in the field Behind my apartment A mid-day meal Wooden compartment Your eyelashes extended Your forehead and hairline You intended To find a fault line The earth crumbling beneath And car alarms sounding Uncultured heath Fractures abounding Your dark skin mixing with dirt Dangling from the rift Dropping unhurt Found gold to sift Leaving with your small treasure And I in the dust Aim to measure And readjust
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Mining
We were lying in the field Behind my apartment A mid-day meal Wooden compartment Your eyelashes extended Your forehead and hairline You intended To find a fault line The earth crumbling beneath And car alarms sounding Uncultured heath Fractures abounding Your dark skin mixing with dirt Dangling from the rift Dropping unhurt Found gold to sift Leaving with your small treasure And I in the dust Aim to measure And readjust
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
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