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Earth feels true, so why do i sit in a call center?

sowed seeds

tilling loamy soil for the green stalks growth

hands in the smothering dirt

i felt god under my fingernails

poisoned with freedoms

i'll pass this on to my son
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
Published
Author's Note
I'm loosing myself,
so i'll build a garden.


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partially inspired by MARTÍN ESPADA

and i quote

"My reward for this life will be a thousand pounds of dirt
shoveled in my face."

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/146049/letter-to-my-father
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