Soiled
Soiled
Pressed to the ground,
flat on your stomach
clawing at flowers
and grasping at straws
to get away, away.
Inhaling grains of sand
that finds its way under
your dirty fingernails
digging, digging, trying
to get away, away.
The smell of grass
and pollen, and dirt
and nobody there
but the ants and worms
and they won’t help you
to get away, away.
Pressed to the ground,
flat on your stomach
clawing at flowers
and grasping at straws
to get away, away.
Inhaling grains of sand
that finds its way under
your dirty fingernails
digging, digging, trying
to get away, away.
The smell of grass
and pollen, and dirt
and nobody there
but the ants and worms
and they won’t help you
to get away, away.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 mei 2013 | ||
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