bruised beyond
dirt
because dirt
would feel good
bending, shoveling
anything but dust
swimming out into
the lake of complaint
so far past the rope
that no life guard
can care to care
that’s the depth
I fear you flail in
that’s the depth
I dare not go
because dirt
would feel good
bending, shoveling
anything but dust
swimming out into
the lake of complaint
so far past the rope
that no life guard
can care to care
that’s the depth
I fear you flail in
that’s the depth
I dare not go
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