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Black-Eyed Susans shattered mirrors - broken looking glass freeze time and lives with us and i the grave digger choose to remember those lost to us red rose on a black box a handful of dirt thrown mindlessly and i the grave digger see those black-eyed susans extending innocent innards, the asexual things that they have been and i the grave digger shield from burning sun that prods deeper --BLINK--! with the light off now go deeper deeper six feet under and i the grave digger stop, listen, take views from my attic Black-eyeds' cries of the de- -ceased howling in the night deafening! [SILENCE] and i the grave digger choose to remember [but] to forget |
Additional Notes:
Lack of punctuation intentional. comma for pause effect. exclammation for drama. what story do you see/read here? do you see anything beyond the grave digger? what is the grave digger doing? or is it all merely grim?
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