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Late at night, I wander streets asleep, Out of sight, Music heard from hands and feet. For a minute there, I thought, Was this different from the rest? Nightly my mind and heart fought, Till soft sleep laid them to rest. For once, I remembered to carry my shovel, For my heart it dies quickly Shatters, crumbles, turns to rubble. I dig in the ground as I stand where I met you, And I bury my heart six feet deep, Because of you.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
My Shovel
Late at night, I wander streets asleep, Out of sight, Music heard from hands and feet. For a minute there, I thought, Was this different from the rest? Nightly my mind and heart fought, Till soft sleep laid them to rest. For once, I remembered to carry my shovel, For my heart it dies quickly Shatters, crumbles, turns to rubble. I dig in the ground as I stand where I met you, And I bury my heart six feet deep, Because of you.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
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