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"Foxholes" - Saint Wolf

I sat with a pen. I buried them with short words. Short words. You lay with the body. Dressed it up in her clothes. You laid with the body. Set the table and loved her so. I buried them with no screams. Our brains can now rejoice from all the things that we have been witheld from since the beggining. The fox appeared from the den Showed her tail and grinned. Said, "Don't go saying things you don't mean. They ain't angels if they got no wings.. Don't go chasing things you aren't too sure of" But you just had to taste the apple. Feel it's juices on yours lip, fooled I am. Fooled I am. But love, it ends with a stem. You've cut off the flowers head. Don't go pulling us out with the weeds. Do you believe in things you cannot see? Are we just wandering ghosts dropping the seeds? Don't go fixing up things you can't take care of Sometimes I don't think we live it the way we're supposed to live it. We're just learning. Think I'm getting it now. They're just waiting for white waves. Just to ride it for awhile. Waiding out at sea up to our necks. Don't go drowning in your dread, regrets, and secrets.