Grass
Grass comes apart
wen I lie down on it
Seperate and flat
Youth is seperate,
lives unto itself
No need to glance
in a mirror,
see the damage done
by the surgeon of years,
see hanging flesh,
scar tissue of time,
creasing in places
that once shined like grass
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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