Into lone; done out of love
To dull a once-sharp pain
I sat inside the grave I dug
Admiring the rain
My broken spade on either side
My frame was muddy wall
Riddled roots that I could climb
If I were six feet tall
It was perched upon the pile
Bare hands had displaced
As long as I keep smiling
She’ll never be disgraced
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