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I Buried Some Dreams There

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I chose a space where her roots were exposed

and she was dripping,

moist.

Open to receive.

I walked along her shores

breathing in grey,

collecting shells

broken and beaten.

I got on my knees

whispering prayers.

I clawed at her surface.

I longed for redemption.

I opened my heart

and watched fear pour from it

like lava in rain.

And I buried some dreams

there.

That day.

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