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The Hole

And so,
we first learn to dream
within

Cutting teeth
upon the paper
and cardboard
philosophies,
and wondering
why it all smelled
of milk and blood

"Breathe baby, breathe"
Mama plead against
the dull eyed stare
of everything
objectionable

Until life became
another object of herself,
slipping upon the darkness
and into the deep
dark wonder of the below
may rise o'er and above her

Fallen within
a plastic coffin,
where youth was preserved
in old black and white
photographic images--
and become immortal...
for the time
that it is kept

Beautiful.

Uley
Written by Uley-Bone
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