The Nearness
Shuffling feet, fallen leaves
Planting all our secrets in an unfamiliar ground
It never moves like we expect
But it never goes so far as to be irreteievable
We hold back poems with such longing palms
We layers, lips and leaden cedar lungs
Afraid that we might not survive
The nearness
Planting all our secrets in an unfamiliar ground
It never moves like we expect
But it never goes so far as to be irreteievable
We hold back poems with such longing palms
We layers, lips and leaden cedar lungs
Afraid that we might not survive
The nearness
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Writer(s): Ian William Craig
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