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Pin the Hole

almost like eyes /
thumbholes in fresh dough /
baked onto the skull /
all is light rejecting the surface /
no more common sight /
rename particles allowed to enter the retina /
a sun in a marshy ditch thrums /
thin, tremolo strings illuminate bands of earth /
each a different thread /
of colours, shades, textures /
shaping a unique scape around