Dig the hole to bury the past, let it rot in a box of dirt, decaying, returning from whence it came, the body of flesh, the carcass, the sin, let it decompose into the land, let it give life to something new, something that it cannot undo, as it did you…
A Hole Dug Again – Unhinged Poem
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If it were only that easy, to bury the dead, they always come back to haunt us…
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