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Earth     worms the color of     bruised tongues wriggle     out of sodden dirt and     splay themselves out on     gritty asphalt To breathe.     We bite our tongues as the     sun returns to burn away the wet.     Bodies shrivel from the     desiccation until we can come out to Air that smells like all that     rainwater and blood     evaporating to fill our lungs.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
Earth
Earth     worms the color of     bruised tongues wriggle     out of sodden dirt and     splay themselves out on     gritty asphalt To breathe.     We bite our tongues as the     sun returns to burn away the wet.     Bodies shrivel from the     desiccation until we can come out to Air that smells like all that     rainwater and blood     evaporating to fill our lungs.
christine-r
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
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