As i read the book backwards
i read my life forwards
watching as days grow age
i see grass split before i press my feet
and i stop..
to wonder do i.
tell me do
when you reach your hand to point and brush my shoulder and feel my breath
do you feel my depth of confusion?
i seek a shovel
as to bury my feelings
supose to may greet them a day of another
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