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Imagining Two Teeth Pulled - April 3, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Apr 3
  • 1 min read

I enter the dark woods

on a sunny day

 

fall unconscious into one hole

climb out, then into another

 

out again, walk out the other side

cloudy till the sun sets, blood red

 

lay down, the moon fills the gap

between dreams and silence

 

awaken tired from the darkness

into a sunny day

 

I look in the mirror

that’s not my smile

 

I must still be dreaming

 
 
 

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