

GardenIf only I'd preservedGarden
that picket-fenced paradise of spent Crape-Myrtle petals,
and snapped grass blades that smelled of meadow air, instead of draining its dirt in the hot dusks of youth:
I stabbed at the foot-stamped vaults with brittle-tipped hand shovels and bent-clawed prongs, leaving no place a secret,
I checked the soil's pulse with the writhing lumps of fat-bellied grubs, not wondering what they'd become if left to incubate
in the cool folds of earth,
I was enamored with hinge ichor, drinking in the rust
i hope you have a great holiday
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''What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep.''--H.P.Lovecraft
i'll do the same!
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''What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep.''--H.P.Lovecraft
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''What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep.''--H.P.Lovecraft
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And the wrong words make you listen in this criminal world. Remember it's true: loyalty is valuable, but our lives are valuable, too.
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And the wrong words make you listen in this criminal world. Remember it's true: loyalty is valuable, but our lives are valuable, too.
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