We are raised, then set.
We crave
to be there, then back.
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dirt & human
PoetryThis collection has the dirt for my grave and my soul for God but when it rains there's meaning for my muddy heart. (Some of the poems are older and published already, I moved them to this collection, so if you recognize a poem that's why.)
xxxv. like children
We are raised, then set.
We crave
to be there, then back.
