Cold days and excuses for investigating
The wants and wishes and I think‘s
I believe that if only I were to
Uproot the deep-seated longings
The desires to feel and be felt
Like fingernails digging deep into warm
Earth that gives way of its own accord
Memorialized by finger-sized holes and
Dirty nails each equal parts because
One cannot live without affecting the other
If that’s the truth or if we were to
Make these impressions one upon the other
Then life would be good and indifferent
As always but still malleable to all ends

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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