The Mole
Blinded,
I dug myself in this hole,
dwelling in the darkness
with claw marked walls,
caged by the roots of evil.
I pace back and forth
with my sense of smell
still intact;
your scent lingering above,
like wild lilacs.
I have rained in the dark too long,
and the stench of mildew stales me.
Tomorrow - I shall resurface;
head to the light,
and spring forth
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