digging a hole that has become a nest

you wanna dig holes
punch holes in a train ticket
you are the kind of these who
starves before a heap
a bones
a worm train controller

Poetry by urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-30 at 12:10

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