Lost in Orange | Page 51

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With
 nothing
 but
 head
 down

you
 dig
 your
 way
 out

making
 room
 arm
 under
 arm

the
 way
 your
 cradle
 was
 dipped

first
 in
 wood
 then
 by
 itself

lifting
 your
 hand
 to
 be
 counted

by
 twos,
 as
 yet
 not
 missing

and
 inside
 a
 breath
 still
 dark

look
 up
 to
 see
 who
 comes
 back.

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