Little Footprints Beneath the Earth

July 20, 2010
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I run out to the playground
The tattered swing set beyond the restrictions of the doors
I cry into the dusty ropes from which the yellow plastic swings
And kiss the filthy bars from which I used to hang
Then I throw myself down
Down onto the soil
In the dirt
And I cling to the earth
Burry my face in it
Searching for the tiny footprints to follow
Hoping the floor will consume me
Take me under
Take me back
Wishing for little footprints

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