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Digging (Free verse) by Dovina

From digging deep and hacking bold for hells and edens, rust and gold, for brimstone hot and water cold, I’ve dug my last dark empty pit and crawled inside my padded box. Carve for me on polished stone, "She dug all this and left a pile. Look at all the words she wrote."

INTRANSIT 7-Dec-04/4:38 PM
yeah! and if you can keep it nine lines long, that would rule!!




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