Blind Digger
By aimz999
Wed, 28 Sep 2011
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Heavy earth on my shoulders,
like the tide.
A soft cave was my home,
like Play Dough.
My hands were broad and curved,
like a shovel.
I created a network of tunnels,
like veins.
An upturned bottle against my head,
I was the villain.
Cast out from my garden.
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