Dug iiiiiii

iiiiiii

.

dig from crackle of

days nuggets of nights quiet

now; potent moments

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meditate this

sitting in between ~

memory & fantasy~

now is all there is

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Dug iiiiii

iiiiii

.

dig from loose hinges

idle creaks from cracks suspicious

of such dark whispers

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Dug iiiii

iiiii

.

dig remembered word

from pages lost turned to pulp

nothing; just compost

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flowers as well

he asks me

so i tell him

i love him

so what

does this mean

something

i tell him

i love sun

flowers as well

as a slew of other stuff

who ask me

nothing

Dug iiii

iiii

.

dig in the creases

of his face search for softness

of the boy he was

.

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Dug iii

iii

.

dig in to the pores

of a smooth skinned face knowing

there must be more there

.

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Dug ii

ii

.

dig shallow breaths out

of the deepest secretest

quietest places

.

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Dug i

i

.

dig out of rubbish

bin brave and beautiful heart

must have thrown it out

.

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i see storms come

she’s a piece of sun

light a curl of sweet butter

a flower buzzing

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