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monstrous thing
sweat wet heat
soil wedged
under nails
even surrounded
by a thousand plus
city bricks
head full of flowers
turning dirt
for hours
meditating
this good land
this good rain
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tugged at edges
Date: Sunday, 21st August 2016 @ 09:08:41 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ming
the muggy silence
monstrous thing
sweat wet heat
soil wedged
under nails
even surrounded
by a thousand plus
city bricks
head full of flowers
turning dirt
for hours
meditating
this good land
this good rain
(come to me)

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