Unearth. A poem by (me!) Sandra, tvgp
-its not when I think of the place;
Or purchase a ticket to get there..
It's along the way.. Too specific to say
- your strategy to unearth and lay bare
emotions and memories that are no longer there.
A manipulated excavation
Will always come up dry
But tip my hat; I do for you
For giving it a try.
posted by SHE @ 9:41 PM
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