Non-Erotic Poetryblade~
I think it was steel
but for the rust
sweat under work gloves, tan line
is dirt line and you
pound that shovel into soil
metal screeches against rock
want to be under that blade
use your boot for pressure
baby, dig, dig into me deeper
tell me this is what we wanted
tell me this is what we prepared for
all crack and grapple
don't think
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