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  • Writer's pictureYongle Voynich

Dirt-Stained Souls

watch soul-shaped hole bore

inside my bark

invites green moss and flying larks

the orange sky rends apart


the evening star wishes here

under cirrus streak

and cloud-shaped tear

longing for another start


spindly worms hang down vines

caress my roots

and leafy eyes

dwell inside my dirt-stained heart

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