our leaves were there

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my soil breached the earth
humba ra
no, my shovel dug into the dirt
humba ra
our leaves were there, those
from last year, all turned over
and wet and breaking like
the sands of time
humba what … the sands of time
humba no: like
hallowed ground
no NO no: like a pain to a
mother’s birthing and a calf to go
up for the first time
humba yeah
yeah yeah



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