hearing it is not
enough I want to feel it
your arms around me.
Wednesday, March 31
Tuesday, March 30
turnip child
cradled in my arms
a babe wrapped in turnip
with dark pieces of dirt in the corners of it's eyes.
as if just pulled out of the ground
as if grown from a seed
as if nine months later
I did nothing but run.
a babe wrapped in turnip
with dark pieces of dirt in the corners of it's eyes.
as if just pulled out of the ground
as if grown from a seed
as if nine months later
I did nothing but run.
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