The Hole

I live in a hole
You do too
You don’t live in my hole
I don’t know your hole

My hole
Is mine
I don’t ever show anyone
It’s a well
No sides
Deep
And the sun passes
Over my hole
For a few hours
Everyday
Then
I forget
I’m in a hole
And I dance
and the sun passes
But I’m still throbbing
And elated
And I’m lucky

Because I will fall asleep
And won’t remember
Until morning
That
I’m in a hole

Yeah
So
What’s life in your hole?

Kat

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