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the holes we live in
in which we fell
the holes in stories
that lie in lies we tell
the holes that are left
once love has failed
the holes we dig
the holes we dig
oh what a grave hole
in the dead of the night
must we dig our way through
to see the life of the light
oh so low
lower the holes
these raking spades
and shoveling hoes
they are the roles
that are used but exposed
the holes we dig
the holes we dig
they are where we lie
but not where we sleep
they are where we grow
but not where we eat
where we lose
but not where we meet
our demise
but where we greet
our future tales
deep in the wells
the new me emerges
i take a deep inhale
and go under.....
into the holes i live in
in which i fell
the holes in the stories
in the lies i tell
the holes that are left
once love has failed
the holes we dig
are for ourselves
