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Exhume

I never quite know how to feel
Whether to dig up the bones
Or leave them alone
Do I trust the romance enough
That you knew I was fertile ground
From the beginning
When ploughed
And got the dirt under your nails
Dead roots
Long gone, leafy love
That once was
And the crawling, crawling centipede
Over the unseeing eyesocket
Couldn’t know
The restless beneath

Jesse Brjoz.