in dire need,
of wire and spanners,
to fence my hole.
In naked fever,
shivering under taut skin,
the cars driving by,
felt not a singe one, I.
I fenced my hole,
my fingers bled, dirty black blood,
the rusty wire, cracking my soul.
I pulled,bent, tied, the wire to the pole.
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daddy, don't approve this comment, it's solely for your benefit..
I absolutely love the way this poem's been written, but I'm not commenting more coz I can't pretend that I've understood... I also like the next one, but I'm not commenting coz maybe I understand the sentiment too well :)
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