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Poem 20151020

October 21, 2015November 22, 2015 crow

we take a measure without tape
without scales we’re buried under fullness
in that fullness we lose the use of lungs

what good are lungs and what good is air
and why are our hands shaped like shovels
except to dig ourselves out

or bury ourselves deeper

Posted in PoemsTagged bury, creative writing, lungs, measure, poetry, pomegranates, writing

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