The ground I keep

Look to the front I cannot see clearly. Look down can see between my toes yet  cannot see the ground which I stand upon. I bleed, but my blood is another form of dirt. The soil which I eat will take its claim. Death’s weight is yes or no. If love could be measured isContinue reading “The ground I keep”

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